Benumbed was all focus
Each element that descended
Within my wake
Mirrored a distinguished display
Of carmine cloudbursts and vanilla memories
Whilst I gazed above the windowsill
Though each and every existence
Defines the epitome of significance
Now and infinitely forevermore

Fluorescent and creamy
‘Twas the fabric that was her skin
With lecherous taunts she told me
“All this and more could be yours.”
I gasp in profound sighs as gradually
I inundate beneath naughty theories
Upon your lips
first was a peak of interest
alluring for sharp strokes of passion
a moan here, a groan there
as a theatrical ****** infuses

Underneath a silhouette of stars
We confer futuristic forecasts
your skin blends with the ivory outline
of the constellation that envelopes our bodies.
Heard was the echo of
such an ever so pleasant sound
‘twas the rustling of sheets
to the rhythm of the rain

Adorned by crimson attire
Fangs bared a woman skulks
her designated target
engraved within her mind
though the framework of her bones
ensnares the prey of which she seeks
the universal populace
she yearns to vitiate
by way of the libidinous tones
radiating from betwixt her lips

She blazoned in profusion
sour braids stained
by years of catastrophe
macabre salutations evolve
become libidinous farewells
upon the handsome black boughs
lie wicked forewarnings
sheathed within
pseudo-identification

Cacophonous were the echoes of yesteryear
In the face of unyielding fear they flourished
Oblivious to their imagistic cataclysm I dwindled
Who had known of such a fate to have married?


Theatrical strands of faith and vindication
Gradually descended upon each square
The sun’s oath had risen to fruition
Beauteous framework begins to evolve
Bearing the august seeds of revelation


Answers in which I sought
Rested within pendulum clocks
As throughout my life
Many webs they have spun


Amongst tribulations I have toured
By not a second did hope age
A novelty twas the leaf
Upon which I have turned

The eloquent foundation of a treaty evolved
Luck danced within the fabric that was our skin
Virgins we were to such tasteful artistry
Senses sharpening with each candid discovery

Phosphorescent rivulets blandished our bones
Displaying bravuras of a sensory love
By the vines of felicity we were skeined

A bed of our locks sleet had designed
Fleet each word had become razed
Illustrating wicked fallacies