Afterglare

I drink them in, your style and voice,
lithe and light and falling into
meaning.
Parched vessel that I bring
to party through altered
moods, captured attention,
enraptured elite emotion.
Satisfaction of brief moments
dripping down my throat like song.
Electrical storm blows strong.
Brilliant rain cascades, overruns wandering mind,
sets steam to allure’s magic.
Madness released by resplendent excess
rocks devastation into lullabies,
expressed by Lilithian eyes
way past any limits of light or reason.
In a gentle corner, made of more glorious fantasies,
love’s candle burns,
warms celestial clay.
Worlds orgasmic in grace
explore passion.
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The change happens quickly
as in a comic skit,
or excruciatingly creeps,
soap opera romantic thrill
slowly dying.
Added characters may intercede.
Archetypal tricksters vie,
cross our stars,
navigate our fates
in diverse directions.
We grow complacent, calcified,
remote.
Angry words burn inside,
smolder.
Heat no longer a welcome
participant of romance.
Your little ways.
My little ways.
Imps of annoyance.
Is there Hope in this
crate of vexations?
Over and over
yet never irrevocably over
in bodies, souls, sensate
humans
suffering love.
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