Into my life you emerged, like a divine apparition.
You smiled, my heart skipped the light fantastic.
That was the moment I stopped living for me.
I transferred into your smile and set up shop.
Then you stopped smiling, I stopped living.
You disengaged, I dissipated , lost in the
sepia smoke of fractured reality and torpid
illusions.
Physically you remained, emotionally I
proposed to sustain even as the eternity
we vowed expeditiously became the
staple of our newborn verity.
Through the turbid vapor of regret
that thrushed its thorny tentacles into
my reserve, I stood strong, merely
A bewildered firefly in the obtuse mist,
respiring silver dust of kenetic misery.
Storm-drained graffiti lie imprinted
on the stenosis of lust laced collaborations.
No more can we plan or walk the shores
hand-in-hand, no more horserace passion.
Only hollow, vapid gazes peer from eyes
that once held the joy that placated every
morsels of my ens.
Nature turned off their twinkle like
melting twilight in a vast universe.
I weep flames of stained glass images
pursuing a semblance of a smirk,
a grin or even a grimace to substantiate
my withering remembrance of that first glance.
I sway heavily from leather deceptions
that weigh me down with radiant oppression.
Tainted memories invade my thresh hole and
facillitate the demise of happily ever after.
Photographic recollections no longer glow,
incinerated hope into oblivion blow,
yet I stay, natating among the murkiness
of dissolving mania.
Come back to me, I supplicate to the gods that
be, come back and let me shelter you from
the strangled storm of apprehension.
Oh, servants of the storm confer with
the spirits in the abyss, command
them to unchain my world from their
Goliathic grasp.
Leave me no longer to suffer in this
engulfed absinthe filled weariness.
Bury us not in the talons of your
phrenic obsession.
I am lost, he is lost, nocturne corpses are we,
imbibing the molten ash of exiled compassion.
Exploring desolation, alone I stand for
good-bye is not an option.
I abide in the arms of solitude but
hear me my dear.
Listen, hear the shattered silhouette
of moonlight as it creeps across the
base of a phlegmatic horizon that
rests its profanity into the brittle crevices
of this empty carapace.
Lips, dried and cracked, devoid of kisses,
speak no longer of showers of star-lit wishes,
wishes that now bleed futile aspiration into
the waterfall of deafening silence.
Whisper not of extinguished exuberance
that crawl into forbidden terrain of what
struggles to remain of your castigated structure.
Touch me once again with silky fingertips that
radiated shards of wanton desires down the
spine of mu lust.
You were the only place I had left, my protoplasm,
the snow of my winter, the rain shower of my spring.
Return to me, sweep pass the doldrums of ebony
that now bind your brilliance.
As I succumb once more to the dieties,
furtive obscenities in demonic undertones reply
of the charred remnants of the way you were.
Vile is the venom they spew along the sinews of
my bitterness, yet smoldering is my determination.
Not everything is black and white, so let me
simplify this for you.
I must now take residence no longer in your smile
but in the grayness that is the bane of our foundation.
For when the ocean consumes the sky,
is when I will then say good-bye.
marjoriejoyceleslie
06/13/09
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