By beckon of midnight the stars fuse



Along the subtle twilight moon


A sharp, yet quite an adept muse


Struck while atop I sat a dune




Adrenaline scours my veins


A flux unlike any before


Soft as the nature of cinquains


Paradise forevermore




Prosperity oozes in masses


Euphoria profuse I sought


Despair swift she collapses


Austerely wounded left distraught




Passion, passion


Kiss every edge never been touched


Abstraction, abstraction


Swamp me within incessant lust