Erroneous Masterpieces

Perfection crafted in iridescent etches
of Viridian and Terra-Cotta.
Bringing to life pottery patterns-   

penetrated in promises

of eternal admiration,
and protection of delicacies.
Ritualized in the mantra of candles,
and the trance of sunlight-

caressing the surface of soiled dreams.
Waters upwelling, to the sotto voce...

         stilled;

fingers imbuing beneath the skin.
Saving to flow-

through the stems of passion.

Flattering the bloom of a secret sanctuary;
woven in the vase of molded gasps.

Edged in rushed winds-
ignited through the calm, and

    pelted in the storm;

through windows,

I forgot to pull the shades,
and tied back curtains seep regrets;

scarring the silhouette
of attention doused art,
until it shatters to the moan-

maudlin in the aftermath
of an unexpected tempest.

Nefarious rays
of a dead-cased dawn,

feed escape by shedding light
on bottled up emotions;

hope espied through sticky fingertips
that could mend in jagged bones.

Re-inserting the pieces
of a neglected masterpiece.

Just wishful thoughts- fleeting
when reality's incessant of cruel jokes;

offer prayers to a heart raped of beats,

            in glue bottles-

bound to be empty......