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.