i.
Acuity extends to azure vessels
where wilted lilies aschew
prodigious perfume
on your savory breath.
I inhabit your touch.
ii.
The scandalous shrieks stupify
an anxious jury of patricians,
who scrutinize while churlish imputations
abscond like barren blackbirds
courting kernels of corn.
My life flashes cold, white noise.
iii.
I amble through nocturnal currents
eclipsed by the hanging moon.
You hover beneath as I penetrate Atlantis
craving to be apprehended in your ambush
beckoning me to assay the curve of your nape.
Envelop me with sugar espousals you will abase;
I will not abdicate.
iv.
She slumbers in tainted bile, disembodied,
her hand still clutching
the key to her piazza
knees chafed, neck severed:
butcher spurious.
I rouse from charcoal sleep
cowering in the brumal air,
sobs betraying my foresaken heart.
v.
Orange, like the mystic orb
that emanates tenacious heat,
scours your satin skin,
as I embrace you through iron bars -
the choice was not mine -
your whispers heavy,
as I dance the devil's tango
with fickle fate.
I asphyxiate, my chest convulsing,
shame flooding pearly cheeks,
my nails digging deep,deeper, slicing flesh
drawing droplets of blood.
I recoil as you beckon -
remember, I was ordained;
it was a crime of convenience.
I tumble into your curved eyelash,
the punch crushing your luscious lips:
shattering translucent cheekbones,
but all I see is crimson.
vi.
The nightmare taunts
as I arise, the belt from my robe
lacerating my knees
through opaque windows.
I peer with swollen eyes,
perform a swan dive,
clashing with cement pavement,
dissembling languid limbs.
and blistered bones,
the ground painted gossamer
on a blank canvas waiting
for another brush stroke
to color me blue.
Very impressive, Michael - the line that immediately drew me in to this piece is "I inhabit your touch." I wonder how many people even consider that to be a possibility, let alone a probability.
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