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All I feel is crystal twisting my veins

as this hunger becomes original sin

tearing piece by piece at my mortal soul

I try to hide

flee awhile this insanity

I sought for that which has been denied to me

the years peel from my mind in a watershed of heady recall

taking the present to an image of gentle surrounds

where eagles soared carefree

Miss Von Teese you came
I was uncertain if a woman of your reputation would accept my invitation
clearly it marks me with a particular distinction

Yours lips are slighty coarse
a little dried by evaporation
that breath feeling aroused in focus

What is you want to say ?
wishing to intrude upon my mind
try to trace the images found

There's a light dawning
it flitters free whenever I realise you're coming
closer to me

Something I cannot see
collides with the barriers I've set before me
rushes them time and again

Radiant dawn

spiralling down

in a contrasting kaleidoscope

of ebullience edge

beautiful light separating

my night from

the day I've left

so very far behind

Outside an ice maidens delight
distilled chill
the air you can see
-winter again
Inside and there you are
-musing
watching little flames flick
in and out of existence

Whispers intertwining with white wine
the colours twinkling guile
of her hair spilling in tandem , random
eyelights sparkling with a gentle tremor
that ripples sheets

There's a hint of light peering softly through
brushing by a slight in those curtains so blue
melding into the shadows fallen speechless
across this reprise of sensual arise

She calls me

but I cannot hear the name

across the lines of destiny walking a tightrope

of

intertwining complexity

Where is a guide to follow

for I am fallen

Cheval glace pivoting aside
to glimpse the caramel warmth
of creme texture in application

She -

tempting
seductive
refined

Never the faux fox

The pallbearers stepped ceremoniously
in their overly starched suits of black .
Down the stairs with a largish teak coffin ,
bagpipes blaring all around .

Your life has been one
of wealthy opulence
surpassing the Parisian
.... more about Monte Carlo

How is this to be played
.... you walk away
seemingly disinterested

I am not idle , though standing beyond motion
but a blaze running through
the forest of butterflied delight
my internal corona stirring an element , of passion waking