All That He Ever Craved
All That He Ever Craved
As her lover he walked on a razor thin edge.
His thick rubber-bands in his pockets groaned,
yet his walk a dance of hottest thrills;
for her honey she spread on thick, in a glaze.
Time. What of it, should he ever deign to care?
No, his beating heart told him satisfaction awaits,
in her labyrinths of treasure filled dreams;
a testament to mind over matter and reality,
with its sad, sickening and indulging torments.
Each new morn he walked that thin red line,
a traveler on pleasure's secret paths,
complete with rubber-bands in his empty pockets.
The edge's cuts were all that he ever craved!
Wickedly deep cuts were all that he ever craved!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-14-2016
Note: A rare free verse from me today.
Do not blame me, my muse forced it out..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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