He kept pounding
On the door of her heart
Athirst for the scent of
The bloom of the plant  
To absorb the decadence
Of whimsical charm
That which seeped from her being
Irises that bled a rivulet
Of scarlet roses
Conquered a man
Dictated by a savage desire
To bathe in
The impalpable shimmer
Of her pearl white hydrangea
Adorned sun halo.

Darling, your face is my favourite
The afterglow of eventide
Flashing golden brown
On your cheek
Pulsating vibrancy
Infusing placidity,
Lucidity
Into my anarchy suffused heart
My very being awash in tenderness
That which you exhale
Darling, you are my most indulgent narcotic

Splendiferous blousy hydrangea
Flourishing with life
My affection soaring
Like the hue
Of the bloom of the plant
Whose fragrance reminds me
Of your tenderness.

The certitude of abandon
Clear like the diamond on her ring
I was always bound to be the one
Left with my heart
Throbbing outside of my chest
Consumed in adoration
This life ebbs away
With torrents of unkind truth
It congeals at my feet, my dear
This inexorable despair.

Fading mirage
Like the sun dying
Down over the highway
You took your light
And infused it whole into another

I buried you
Among the ruins
Of discarded daydreams
The ghost
Of what you made me feel
Hovers

Tapering on this broken
lifeline
The tiny speck of blue
Blooms into a field of sorrow

Fading mirage
Like the sun dying
Down over the highway
You took your light
And left a hand print
On my door.

Tremulous hands
Severed fingers  
Hanging onto the edge
Of a blurred dream
Slowly turning into a nightmare

Reveries interrupted by
An atmosphere gone sour
Distorted realities
Doused in madness
Pity and fear
Of a poet well versed
In the art of self immolation