Lamentations a Shade Crimson

There I stay, tangled like whispers of autumn, dipped in the renaissance of violence. while the dream-winds pass a chill of northern dusk around steps in a broken avenue. crave then I, a fate like tomorrow. A reunion in the glow of the mirth strewn across the frost. Errant comes the melody from that gathering of dust and the breaking of remorse. I find solitude even then, amongst the folds of perpetuity. No mirror then can raise my eye to the fulminating darkness. Nor can stolen words sharpen thoughts to grace. But still, cue up a worn out caress.

My sight, long into the years it has become. A fixation on eccentricity mounting. Bleeding palms grip hope loosely, but feverishly. The tail of a mutter drags on the chains of my reality.

Tossed like waves, there I lie on a canvas of disarray. An atlas of memory, stretched open to read the ambitious heart. Fall; wind eternity, love's dawn rises to meet you. Burning behind the doors, my storm clouds for your listening glee. Teamed together like thunder and paranoia. You, with a horizon over the clouds. I, in bitter-sweet earth, sing lamentations a shade crimson. One over the other run weaves of radiance. Clasping fog images into our nectar with-holding. And like Gods, strike a rain unto man. Purge both soul and filth, condemn ourselves to the madness of wanting. I bring none but a handful of orchestration to fling like wanton starlight over the undefiled mind. But to falter over the depths.

You then, laden in chains, coiled like the drawing serpent. Existing all within purgatory, paradise, and damnation. Milling in the hourglass, moments and lifetimes falling like fingertip caresses of reminiscent delight. A rose, like a blanket to warm beyond the flesh. I, on bended knee before cloud-parting light and a figure; feminine, divine. With a siren's refrain, held fast under the suspense. Kiss the dew, my way be sparkled and writ upon heaven. Seraphim guide the driven, ahead lies the hill where sits the palace of consciousness. A taste, vampiric and fulfilling, like the moon over the sea.

On the pinnacle, we tremble, together on balance, apart on vertigo. Like the flowers ringing in summer. Defying mortality, androgynous to time. Fires stalk inside, breeding a lust for the hunger of agony.