I watch your riveting sonatas
Layer decadent truffles
Upon his pupils
Leaking wanton tears
Grasping for serenity
To have epilogue’s slow dance
You latch onto love’s empty façade.
No return flights to your destination.
Where are YOUR wings, angel?
An embedded hunger for him
To treat you like a priceless prayer
But, his knees are too decrepit to kneel in your temple.
Yet, you stay…
Your freedom becomes latched
Onto tortured leeches
It’s the closest you ever
To his flesh
You stare out towards melancholic branches
Cracking in unison outside your bedroom window
Under Gemini moon
A gripping slide of your fingertips
Against convex glass
Craving for encore
Of that night emptiness filled your lungs with lustful whisper
Pandora’s Box is your only translator
Held by the skeletons in his closet
With your name written against necklace’s recycled parchment
As the one they blame
For being a silver medal
When will it be your time to shine?
©Drake J. Eszes