Oh! Distant memory forever remains Thy demise, Where isolation roams And absolution strays into the abyss of me... Where aromatic flavors Muddied with time are swept away Into a vortex of sullen eyes, With pontils past The crowns of old, forever tarnished, are tossed.

The illusion of my love
Both miscreant and ascetic
Produced a delicious angst..
What instinctive prequisition
Fertilized this condition?
Were those confused
And forlorn thoughts
But an imitation of bliss?
In my self-imposed cage
Alien questions
Played chase with me.

The marvel of you
Curled and sleek
Embraced me
In unfurled delight...
Gently sprung roses
Is the measure of you
Hovering uncrushed
Atop fresh morning dew,
Behold my lover's gift
A treasure to see
As my soul hummed fresh
delicious and free.

Forsaken and tattered
chest torn bitter,
Warm desire strewn
on tremulous wings,
Forlorn whispers
asphyxiate my will
.....the end.