I Prefer Not To.
brief to behold
retold as sweet sorrow
as daylight unfolds
and hours become borrowed
a tragic seclusion
walls rusted with death
impassioned delusions
seek mustering breaths
but long have the seasons
shone cyclical sun
where dawn winces reason
through cryptic webs spun
as tall as a fall’s tale
as broad as the sky
embalmed inside black shale
and wallowing sighs
a grim inquisition
brings ground underfoot
where dimly lit prisons
sing sounds of refuting
Shrouded by luminous quilt
In stolen hour of desert gloaming
Brash and bright as life would have us
Intertwined, we courted darkness
Stark was all that ruled our world
As we rued the daylight squander
Loathsome aurous sphere that seared
A porcelain demure transfixed
Etched embrace on umber shore
Neath peering Peridot mystique
We breached the siren’s song
Through passive glances temporal
Felled, you held this coiled carapace
Quelling wrath with vitreous hand
Hapless, I would soon succumb
Shunning lucid truth in youth
All that would bear consequence
Flourished in the fiery depths
Every moment flushed with fervent
Passions, sating flesh
The corridor of riparian quenching
Drenched, adrift the wayward isle
Once flowed freely of our wefting
Now as listless as its mooring
Obscured sediment in dawn’s exile
once i held a heart, compelling
fervent wells of fleeting flight
desert stars would swallow words
as hours sifted through the glass
wandered through the glacial meadows
dwarfed by redwoods reaching sun
that they might alight with flames
to usher in the dawn’s refrain
stood on salted shores that stored
the startings of a siren’s song
longing for the shadow’s shifting
solitude of duties wrought
in those days of passioned plight
sights set on the looming bend
tender tears had soaked my shoulder
fallen from her anguished mien
unabashed pleas of pining
crashing into crumbling rock
placid waters, motion lacking
listless as the last long kiss
still, i would walk in those steps
till time should breach the black horizon
in a realm where forms are free
from frivolously guarded guise
how we stand and face this void
belies the eyes that felled my truth
quelled by thoughts of quietus
we cycle as the sun and moon
Max, or Not 