Faint candle light breaks the darkness surrounding her face.
Failing red flickers above sound morphine alarms in warning.
Lips of flushed addiction enlist my own in harmony divine.
A wilting flower her petals succumb to the white-burn,
as her threads fall to entangle her delicate feet restraining her motion.
How my heart howls from within this hollow haven of demise.
Desire for bare aberrant flesh descending from another celestial cradle.
Alas the clement whispering touch sets the pulse serene,
where the madness subdues then yet another beckons forth.
One of lovely lunacy where an interloper uncovers its sudden fate.
This wanting caress followed by the aching tears traversing her breasts,
obliterates my thought then soon transcends into a vestige of reverie.
Where upon my eyes unstitch to find this intimacy merely a glimmer;
of fire elegantly diminished before this longing sight.
Birthed solely by the throb of my bleeding being fastened to my chest;
and a candle’s flame that burns just as all the rest.
For days he’s watered it dearly.
The exotic plant that decorates his desk.
Subtly hidden beside the window frame.
Running his hands gracefully down its roots,
that burrow deep into the pot of soil he’s constructed.
By hand it was made to resist fractures and fail to break.
Though he would never allow such disaster to occur.
For weeks he’s tenderly saturated it’s stem.
Cleansing its imperfections from its evident beauty.
Clearing away the dirt that covers its eyes from the sun.
A saint of caution he purges its transgressions,
along with purified water that he washes down it’s body.
Passionately bathing his precious flower with ardor.
Solicitously loving his secret flora in wait for the day of blooming.
For months he waits patiently beside his extraordinary gift.
Trimming the many sprouting sins from it’s consistent proliferation.
Mending it’s every putrid bruise with his emerald heart.
Warily retaining his green flame from its combustible fronds.
In silence it sits afraid to expose its ravishing splendor.
Unaware of the truest grandeur it possess behind it’s bud.
He has always known this truth before it burgeoned from the soil.
For years he has adored his cherished love.
Tending to its every need and killing its every disease.
Never has he wished for more of it than just it’s color.
The radiant hues that have delighted his smile.
The vivid pigment that sleeps on his desk.
His greatest desire being only its life in his own.
Together in full bloom.