I Prefer Not To.
time in tides shall find her
wrapped in aimless waiver
jutting like a wayward bough
frowns the upturned sky
slivers lost tinged conifer
swallow then her song
echoes now unravel distant
from bead to silent fractal
as breath that warms this shoulder
awaken to the void
vespertine avenues vanish
awash in bittersweet moments
memories of absconded youth
infinity still residing
on the tip of my tongue’s refrain
folding into crumbling worlds
caught between in silent hues
where your warmth imbued the stars
in dreams that beam salvation
falling over limbs of lumber
hapless, bearing fate so sweet
drowning in broad strokes
of her brush so brash
I stood at the forefront
in backdrops of ash
with each newfound pass
pigments pressing conspired
composing the ocean
of mirth turned to mire
encircled in lunar sands
reticent scorn
obscured by the obelisk
spiraling forth
obstinate breast
of abrasiveness bellows
abundance of hues strewn
adorning her pillow
blissed apparition
of petals impearled
presaging solitude
of two stagnant worlds
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
a flower unknown
bears a truth
obscured
discreet layers of life
its tenses
of tempered perfection
is fruit
that falls not
from bare sky
effusing
in flawed efflorescing
its rapturous call
strikes allure
engulfing those poised
most aplomb
intently attending its courting
disaster
of masked countenance
barbed
with abated embellish
ensnaring those daring
to tread
on pistils
in spite of known stigma
to fate so sublime
in extol
her words
are the palette
invoking the tapestry
of thought
flourishing
filaments effusive
artistry imbued
of subtle sanctuary
in moments of brooding
secluded
so fair and finite
in fleeting feeling
balanced beams
shine beauteously
as softly i clasp
such fragility
tempered tones
of precious presence
consolence weeps
in silent shades
of serenity’s prescience
echoing
ephemeral aegis
aloof, alone
star drift sea
strands in nebulous array
sunburst striking stone
accursed throne turned cinder
plundering gaussian fields
fervently grasping spirals
wired illusions allude such form
here my sworn litany lifts above sky rift
sifting through lingering silt
like lucid liaisons
gaze on horizon
engulfed in pulsar prominence
shots spray into sprawling
faint call of caressing
a dust no longer present
confined to perception
her cosmic complexion refracts
reflected on welled tear
to gravity’s savage grave, grounded
in resilience these remnants remain
the furthest reaches of reality’s semblance
shattered and splintered
coherent and complete
amassing the breadth of the beyond
composed of truths intrinsically incomprehensible
subconsciously apprised of existential paradox
dispersing to absorb all aspects of astral inflection
mystical mosaics in resonant timbres
temporal tapestries of tapering ardor
byzantine dreams breathe fervid
flashes of sempiternity
our hearts, in rapture reside
in every tense and context
an eternal truth
as sure as the azure moon that binds us
sable tresses sway untamed
free from shackles arbitrary
bound by naught
of blight nor burdened
truth voiced
with no known disclaim
that such serene sincerity
should stand amid a sea of prosy
bearing depths, defined aberrance
inherently as tempered twilight
my windowed pain refrains
through gentle truth
thy heart impels
reprieve from pressing peril
as stupid as i felt
when my shoe went flying
tailspin trampled
smashed bits in blinding dawn sun
of roaring wheeled metal
as dumb as when my frayed folders
ink blot scarred o-pee-chee
bled ruled paper
as i tasted knuckled grit
as foolish as the pointless plot
to crush that empty crate
jump, smash, crash gave way
to flustered face bursting blood
fleeing from my added mouth
it all looks like the work of genius
youth compiled on earthen crust
looking now from eyes that shed
shorn years lived
whence i held you
Max, or Not 
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