The Corruption of My Lust For Life
Hibiscus rays of light
herald the sun's stretch from slumber
in a bloom of ravishing red passion-
Oh! how I despise dawn's blushing optimism
and lust for life!
for I am too young to cry
but too old not to
a handful of heartbeats ago
we crystal-gazed into evening's lustrous orb
anticipating foretold fortunes of our future
pinning dreams upon the darkling horizon
with heartening baby’s breath stars
featherlight the dandelion puff
as zephyrs blew the seeds of our fantasies—
free to fly the sighs of our summer days
till breezes laid the pixie dust down
our wishes taking root - flourishing
like tow-headed weeds in our sunny field
champagne flowed voluptuously through our veins
we pulsed with ambrosial arousal
and with every nectarous nip
we lived
as though we would celebrate in love
f o r e v e r
until the broken dawn-to-dark—
when a cloud of angels cradled
your harmonic harp
against their white-rose-pillow hearts—
their teardrops in ecstasies of grief and joy
strummed your silvern strings
in a glorious glissando
that lifted your lustrous essence
across the bridge to bliss—
somewhere beyond me
..and behind
the snowy veils of virtue
I am anemic
if not nothing now
adulterated
by loss of innocence
dwindling
in a dreamless state
unoccupied
but for the lurid loss that fills me -
and my black skies storm with shrieking tears!
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