| {Of Comatose Hearts & the Burden of Desire} |
| A halo of smoke upon my brow, Silver knots drifting upon the wind, The sway and surge I feel within; The phallus, my Pharos, the altar Where I worship my Adonis, And every reincarnation thereof... So long have I knelt here, Wilting like a water lily in the desert, Bereft of deliverance from the ache in my heart. Slowly turning to ashes In my delicate burning for the one Who will take me away upon The wings of Zephyrus, The one who can take away the emptiness And replace it with the alchemy Of our passionate ecstasy. Always searching, Wandering the wilderness, Wondering if my thirst And dry, cracked veins Will ever be healed in a poisoned well, Tainted with the soma of ephemeral fusions And lovesick delusions, Wondering if and how the name of my oasis {Manifested of flesh, bone, and soul} Will roll of my tongue like whispered poetry, At last a reality, an awakening, an escape from the Chimera Locked away in the catacombs of my imagination And the somnolent fire that smolders in my eyes, Leaving a trail of incense In a wake of requiem for the serpent within And my slow, tranquil decay. |