Spark
Love seemingly hates me in equal measure
As its footsteps continually tread impudence
Across the graves of our cold lives
All the while scathing
Compassion's charming splendor
With ease
Had reality not found my tears
Akin to soft ripples of agony's regret
Yeah, I would blow my mind
Inside a second's pause -
If only to hold back the inevitable as folly
Therefore this sterile blankness
Of existence is a certainty
Even more so when understanding
The true depth of my shortcomings
Wherein dreams once insistent
Upon being explored by my tongue
Became unscrupulously lost
With the speed of sensuality's demise,
And I simply succumbed
To being considered
A sheer disappointment
For undoubtedly,
This is the beautiful dance
I was created for
Whereas to merely splinter
Along with all that has ever mattered
Into countless shards of distant self-remorse
If only to feel life rushing me
Breathless
Towards the breaking skies
Of a new darkling gray morn'
Nonetheless, I cannot discount
That his will remains alacritous
In joining me on the floor
With our flavorful aftermath
Where his sweetest kiss
Is found breathing still
Amidst the passions of us
As are the lingering sensations
Of his imaginative smile
Sparking Poetic brilliance
Yet again
Upon the expectancy
Of his handsome face.
