Baptism of ardor

Blending of amorous moments

with tides of  vacuous facades 

skinned to the admonishment of the stars

folded into the very substance of the Man.

colors of infliction painting his path

no good deed will pass muster,

uncovering her beauty so deep inside,

bewildered by her smile

yearning to press the flesh of her

desire to be drained

intimate to the sharing of sorrow

foreign he still remained.

Heart burst forth 

organ of life

inscrutable rifts at each junction

to the fracture of love’s keen home

dispatched to oblivion for the sins of age

left to linger 

on the pier for salvation

there is no domicile left to find

banished to the minions of the mind.