
Lust lingered in living
eternally delivered in aptitudes
Longitudes versus latitudes
A vice in thy attitude
i desired more
and lived a decade in disguise
demoralized
demonstrating desolate consecrations
lacking poise in thy eyes
a widower of time
i played the lire in thy mind
dipped in tattered dreams
mixed with mead & mindless vines
carrying thorn covered lilies through thy spine
whisperless & winded
a willow weeping craddled in the pine
georgia streets with busy beasts
suckling at armoured hearts
christened consorts with letter A's on their doors
and i, burdened & beguiled
sat tidy in thine sky
a chaotic flounder in the night
swimming endlessly through scattered stars
brightened flashes pouring into the grinds
of hollow minds chasing paper in pampered designs
blinding dazzling truths with their petty crimes
turning cheeks to the real goodbyes of their golden times
dripping in desire of a forgotten past line
that freed hearts by remembrance
inclined to dance in decadence
a dawn of daylilies blooming blatantly
and nearly blasphemously
in its efforts to shine & shout
without an ounce of doubt
that it is indeed
the plea & the pardon
of hard times
a justice in joust
no finer growth pronounced
by the floral mountain of white & delight
the act of purity hath taken flight
when desire deepens to duty
and truth takes true form
of a fearless love
a woman's womb
the truest of blooms
pours inward a birth of solitude.
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.

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