I Prefer Not To.
our distance
belies summation
amid the sacred frivol
we chose
to quantify
ourselves
defiant
like the sentience
of existence
inundated
with the drivel
waning tides forgot
to tell
timeless dimensions
lay between
the worlds
within these walls
teemed with apprehension
we haplessly watch
verity unfurl
drifting
into ruin
ruing the remnants dissemblant
were silphium seeds etched in silver
cast into pockets of penance
from lovers in wretched remorse
confined to colluded delusion
where atrium gardens once grew
as swift as a handful of arils
denied every season its bloom
a lulling lament left them hardened
as reason complied with dissent
and gloom granted fools divine ardor
where stars perch upon moons crescent
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
Max, or Not 