MY LAVENDER COMPLEX

Limerence, as I sprawled,

encircled by floral subshrubs.

Over prickled green grass, with

pinched bright eyes meeting stars.

Juvenescence is never flawed.

Lissome movements reflected off waxed eyes. 

Ruled by your alluring calls

believing this majestic and

ephemeral ardor would never abate.

 

From drawn in puffs of my moistened parted lips,

moans of expressive delight and,

clenched lungs in heaven-like amuse,

to skin-pricked bliss and slow honey's kiss to my toes.

My life once yours to enthrall,

instead, decaying hope sinks.

My blood pipes succumb one by one. 

 

Still, lavender fell like a tempest

arousing me, awakened to stale air.

Once opulent looks of fixation felt,

befell to languor in touches of,

glacial fingertips to skin so pallidly fair.

 

No redeeming words ceased my concede.

Awe perished like seasons done.

Bilious waved down-

What was left?

A shell of me,

lust for you.

Purple poppy plants

where I first fell.

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Published in: The Acorn Review