Manipulations Of Fate
I wait—
here I wait
for white magic reverie
to embrace me free me
here I wait—
an hourglass full
of leopard-print thoughts
sugar-granular-musings spill
the beginning to the end of a story
the potential the inevitable
life finite love infinite
day dreams or bad dreams
depends on how the sun or moon colors time
a red velvet box empty
its precious gem replaced
a cubic zirconia fantasy instead
deprived of diamond’s fire
a synthesized rainbow fades to gray
constricted in restricted space
when I close the lid
effortless elegance
elegant effort
moonbeams spread
the legs of vertical blinds
invasion persuasion
the dark skin of the room
wears the soft sight of moonlight
soft as the steam of your sigh
your breath upon my nape a passion hunter
your testosterone kiss a hungry wolf
as I stood at the window
white breasts full and bright
when I wore the soft sight of moonlight
my window open
invitation temptation
flirty-flutter curtain
a frilly filly —buxom in billows sheer—
rides the bedtime breeze
fluctuations undulations
insistent persistent
the breeze a wolf
of growling tenderness
a tender wild wolf
my skin wears the lone-wolf breeze
goosebumped a bit
here and there
circular goosebumps rise — enchanted
levitation elation
I close my eyes
a vision of galaxy stars bloom
I pluck ‘forget-me-nots’ from a spangled field
attraction action — chain reaction
..and the stars they start to fall
the wizardry of Perseus
a gentle meteor rain
star-dusted sorrow tame
the music of champagne
resonant bubbles
pour and pulse and purr in my veins
a symphony…
timpani drum vibrates my chest
…but the stars! they a-l-l start to fall!
a lethal lava rain
harder hotter wilder
each star every star— millions! —cleaved
from the grieving body of a heaving sky
thrown against my soul with vengeance
dark magic reverie
black holes pierce the dying heavens—
…“Isn’t it g-r-e-a-t to be alive?”
wolf’s-bane-wind whispers again with a wolfish grin
my paralyzed heart
nothing but a red box empty
constricted by a snake—a synthesized rainbow boa
restricted in the stranglehold of serpent bedsheets
moonbeams —lunatic laser beams
spread the legs of vertical blinds
invasion occasion
birth pangs
the product of our lost romance
ghost children; pain and bane
our progeny.. my progeny
flood the floor bathed in ruptured amniotic moonlight
I mourn—
…here I mourn…
an hourglass;
a womb of possibilities
and the belly of Hell—
an hourglass
full of manipulations of fate
—turned over again
cubic zirconia fantasy
deprived of diamond’s fire dies
a faux phoenix
my life— my phony life
cognition a magician conjures fake ignition
—a twin flame alone—
reflection in broken mirror
only my lonely soul
rose-water tears and rose-scented prayers;
rosary layers of my green weakness
grow a wilted rose of woe
.. my breath without you my mechanical weakness
death—your last breath
your only natural weakness
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