pursuit of eudaimonia

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eudaimonia


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Vigil

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. 
 

Aspirations and Dreams

She looked at the world map for what seemed to be years.
Carefully analyzing every city, street, and stream.
Her finger traced the rivers and towns followed by her eyes.
He came up from behind her, wrapping his arms around her.
He took her hand in his and placed his other over her eyes.
Her hand left the map for only a moment and he then placed it randomly on the paper.
He removed his hand from her sight.
Instead of looking at where her finger had landed she turned to him with her eyes still closed.
He asked, “does it matter?”
She replied, “Not any more.” 


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