TRUE WORTH

The sullen gleam of the cancerous moon is like a blossoming reflection of loss

-heartache-

Flowering from the dank bitter depths to birth rancid fruits of misery

Falls from blackened stems to stain my aura

With the putrid vileness of an ignoble and unbearable desolation...

A shade am I

Gossamer as the breath which stirs ones passions,

Consumed by an inner night

 -heart wreathed in the cloying funk of dismal darkness-

I stand anointed of the dark

Clothed within a cloak of clotted blood

Of shadows; caught between the yawning abyss of time, looking for

Searching for an escape from this aphotic web of darkness which entangles me

Snared within the embrace of this licentious web

Mired within this stagnant sea of corrupted seduction

Where each touch

Each caress, is as a curdled strand of putrification

The stinging bite of a libertine kiss filling my heart with the bitter poison of putrescence

-of base-

Emotions like spoilt honey

Making of my dreams

Naught but an empty heart beating to the noxious rhythms of rot and decay...

It is not pain which plies the heart with such achingly bitter tonic,

But memories etched like a livid bruise upon the walls of the mind

Interlacing patterns of thought a reticulating network of nostalgia

Leaching recollections and reminiscences from ones consciousness with each blink of the eye

Making phantom shadows to haunt ones dreams with what once was

But can never again be…

LOVE

Not forsaken,

The wild cravings which beat within the heart

Feral desires mantled within the soul

Voiceless cry of the spirit running unfettered through the snow filled gloaming of the primal dark

Soul to soul in harmony’s light

Footsteps lost to the vagaries of time

Indulging in succulent displays of naked affection

Glutting our hunger flesh of our solicitude

Quenching out thirst upon the saccharine breath of a kiss…

For there can be no darkness without light

No pain without joy

No life without love

And you are the light to my darkness

The joy to my pain

The love of my life …

And I sink

I sink deep

Deep into the beat of her heart

Cadent tempo a sensuous massage of libidinous provocativeness

Sonorously echoing to the truncated gasps of her pleasure

Raw erotic allure; the flavour of her sweet arousal

As her lips enticingly part

-epicurean and luscious as the succulent flesh of a peach-

Juices a heated flow of wanton seduction

A blossoming bouquet

Heady intoxicant scenting the air with the entrancing perfume of her delectation

Essence the attar of rose; unfurling petals the soft touch of silken passions

Enfolding me within the tender embrace of her desire

Stroking the liquid flames of my ardour which grows rigid

Tumescent affections of profligate indulgence swelling at her touch

Intense the smooth flush of sensuality

A satin banner of voluptuous kisses livid upon the swollen flesh of her appetites

Sultry breath an ambrosial infusion of lustrous enchantment

A breathless fervour

Bliss dawning in exquisite rapture upon the questing tongues of our passions…

Yes,

I’ve glutted myself upon the liquid flow of her desire

As she bares herself before the insatiable appetites of my need

Naked, she lay before the devouring flood of my hunger

Surrendering herself into the quickening hands of my embrace

The soft smell of her skin

A sweet caress which heightens my senses with a searing flush of heat…

But

Her true worth is not found in the exquisite radiance of her beauty

Nor in the voluptuous wonder of her flesh  

Though that does indeed shine like Venus rising in the heavens above

Her true worth stems from the warmth which flows like liquid sunshine from the wonder of her heart...

Richard “Poetikz’ Burton

04/24/2012