When at my best I embodied temptation
Made to appeal to the eye
Innocent children would gasp with elation,
"A house made of Candy!," they'd cry.

Bespelled by a Witch with dastardly design--

How I wish these days would keep
And stay with us forevermore
Nights we barely get to sleep
When skin on skin we wear amour.

Beachside play helps us unwind

How I smile with satisfaction
At my love and his distraction
Giving pause to fickle moments
As the time surrenders still

Such a pattern of desire
Can’t be woven any higher

A turn of smile, a passing glance,
Eternity in instants
Souls that merged when had their chance
Are never slaves to distance

Satisfaction wears a smile
And picks its teeth with ardor

Birthing the verse is a difficult matter
Slipshod constructions of letters and thought
Poets must often be mad as a hatter
To venture forth baring creatures they’ve wrought

When we were young we knew each other's wants without a word,
Anticipated needs and sought to please,
And as the years passed by we stayed sublimely undisturbed,
So comforted, content, and so at ease.

Weep, Muse, and shed summation--
Betrayed by lesser station,
Left swimming in frustration:
Keep my heart nestled, and weep.

Flail, rage in ways most unkind,
'Til justified response find,

A free for all from heaven's cast,
A battle-royal to the last,
As clangs and cackles echo past
I cast my eyes about.

Haephestus lies upon the floor,
His hammer less than that of Thor,

I bleed her visions vivid and verbose.
Wrought words weep from wounds
Staunched solely by
Tightly tied tourniquets of text and tone.

I, by her infrequent indulgences do illuminate;