I Prefer Not To.
flaxen strands at angles errant
dangle draped in fine translucence
lucid lines trace shapes ensconcing
winsome ways awash in whispers
all the almond’s fond azure
paragon of floret’s dew
sinuous tresses weaved in waters
worlds away from whence she watched
passive paramour of plight
plunging into astral pools
solitude that stings with piercing
as she sings her song of tears
pensively a passive pondering
wanders through the prism spire
spoken naught in uttered earnest
turning over tides of trine
two in the morning
the hour of unmooring
and sordid self-sanctified litanies of lament
a restless contortion condemned
to weak flesh
And pensive delusions
of dreams death and somnolence
vying for conquest compliant
in courtship of heaven’s duress
with static distortion
the cries since impending
have rendered the dawn sempiternally unsound
as whispers she once left
to toil within
the tempest eye
where the star’s
lonesome hearts dwell
on waves of her lips
wisps of wistful prose
haunting perception
felled cowardice kisses
transmuted
adrift between boundaries
of bold indecision
dare told by none
writhing long
in scorching depths
arriving at naught
but poise fraught with a bold thought
to win the morn
a toll was then taken
far greater than fate
inundating our soul
end this e’er incessant stream
of penance prying open seams
with hypervigilance unspoken
stowed amid a solstice dream
halt this hallowed grand illusion
bending will with blind intrude
bleeding onto open canvas
tapestries of hope construed
stay thy tongue of saintly affect
straying from each painted breath
brushing bold projections thrust
beyond the surface tension’s depth
swallow all the seas between us
stinging erstwhile tears of trust
lost in sallow shores born waning
scars implore fomenting rust
sink into the brink of madness
tingling impingent caress
ere we held this cursed congress
acquiescing fear’s duress
in the interim entangled
dangling whims will surely shed
sans decorum, sowing unheard
cries of autumn blur, bereft
silent shrills
spilled forth like flies
from graves of eager repose
dolent will
crept from her eyes
in waves of welling woe
stoically
a stolen bliss
of esoteric air
stranded long
as loss bestilled
mesmeric songs drew tears
sycamores
loomed nigh as night
blew fickle wafts of clove
trickling
illuminously
from aloft the sloe
felidae entwine my spirit
framed in frozen timeworn heights
such fate falls but once and only
molecules meet tongue in haste
curse this mind of echoed refuse
not allowing facile form
feelings of effusive freedom
bear no call to fault obscured
solace finds me in our silence
lost dimensions shift in shadows
lifting upward with release
let us now slip into slumber
crucial is the word we ravish
flushed, our lips defy known rapture
press your precious pith devoutly
pallid flesh smites potent implore
oh my noble lexic seraph
so do i adore thy mooring
tears of urgent surging wells
arrive us on the tide’s reprieve
needn’t are we to besiege
each of our own affliction’s ire
for we are as we ever shall be
bonding infinite depiction
when i turn to see your face
in imprints left behind
foreign shapes of shallow depth
sow shifting rifts through time
false impressions follow paths
alluding truths unknown
straying from our trail of tears
to find me here, alone
as stone erodes ‘neath gushing stream
all that stood to endure
would crumble fast to fill the cracks
of figments now obscured
languishing in hope abandoned
lost in reverie
vanquished, all but one memento
burning on my sleeve
adrift in each moment
her tempestuous waters writhing
beneath skies which she granted her garden of hues
in fading horizons
define earth from heaven
concealed amid coppice
hedge sodden shores strewn
spring forth strands of stardust
felled fast on her shoulder
as desert winds balmy lift spiralling plumes
on journeys unspoken
unknown to mere men
in glacial abandon on axis exiled
and tropical canopies bursting with breath
encompassing spectrums
infinity’s view
she trembles in trenches
untouched by the sun
to shift the foundation
with fury fomenting
ascending to heights
said to humble the beholden
unfurling as scrolls inscribed with tales tragic
In transient thoughts of our truths sent to exile
Urgent as molten earth, looms at dawn’s hour
Sediments layered in shades of complexity
Granules composed of her prismed epistles
Dissembled semblances seep through the surface
In whispered epiphanies sown of the hearth
Beckon this consciousness in blaring eclipse
So futile are all motions clamoring banishment
Symphonies reign as crescendos cry skyward
Her name doth ascend where height fears no silence
So lucid the path has lain forthright and linear
Transpicuous impetus lifts sunken tread
Should words not express bemused skies revolve timeless
Such sorrowful drops would cut vales through the brow
When sudden a shattering wretched shriek stricken
Streams forth a faint filament brimming abound
And ardent illusions felled softly in flicker
Now shepherd this shackled breast cleft in clement
the faintest of whispers has beckoned
as rifts tear the moon’s lake ashore
in shifting shades of amaranthine
adrift as ambivalence alters salt of earth
she sits beside tides of diremption
surrendered to none, bride of shrewd
intrinsic to all things surrounding
what kings relinquish, wish fortuitous birth
when walls built to crumble creation
fall silt in penumbral nuance
her sendal strands flicker abeyance
portraying what laymen e’er grasping could not
and days press like parchment to florae
indelible eras bygone
in swells of a weltering fallout
dispelling adduction, such freedom knew aught
Max, or Not 
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