In the confines of my dreams, I drink your essence
with such esteemed recitations of arduous libation,
my thirst fulfilled to the brink of seraphic strains.
I awake flustered from nocturnal musings of
a mind in slumber still dripping thoughts of you.
Thoughts of you that vivified my dreams, so efficaciously.
Reality careened in and chaos became the staple of
my existence as your voice cascaded cotton-soft
prevarications into eagerly accepting ears.
Upon your words I feast, masticating them
into my emotionally deprived palate.
I swallow each, desperately needing them
to invoke the compliance my heart seeks.
Disallusioned am I, as I lie here in consternation,
eluding the truth that is pertinent to the temperament
of my passion; I crave your acceptance.
You are my illusion of love, but why your charade?
Why this simulation constructed to deceive?
While desire trickles through my veins to sate me,
why the deceit, these lies that has fettered my soul.
The gods smiled upon me and the sweet aroma
of Heaven's breath gave being to a vacant shell.
I came to be, and I live, whether in the arms
of angels or clutched by the talons of demons
I know not.
As day descends behind the stratus of vagueness,
I will dream again, and murky will be your intentions,
as my ardor will burn into the midnight of my passion.
I asseverate that clarity will accompany tommorrow,
and love will no longer be an illusion.
marjoriejoyceleslie
03/21/09
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