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To Have Once Kissed The Monster Of Sorrows And Burning Death

I slow-walked hot desert sands,
cacti begging to stick my naked feet
volcano sun searing my white-faced skin
why, why has blindness sent me into this inferno
to wander its scorching earth, its mind blasting rays.
Shall I perish and become those white bones I've seen
just another beast that ate glassy sand
a dying soul, weeping for denied love, for lost love
a dying heart jagged in its loneliness
in its unfathomable emptiness,
hollow moans escaping parched lips
dried cries, showering hurt's coldest depths
with spittle from a cavern of pain.
Night winds seep into this body and its brief respite
no relief from broken thoughts 
she that once had loved me the best
now as gone as, sweetest of hope once cherished so.
Has not, punishment been unduly gifted,
burned alive for a single unfaithful touch of lips
she that vexed me, ate my lust and gave this my due
now sings to me in my dying breath,
her true form now shown,
hideous in its ghastly armor,
its claws sharp as razors
its fangs glowing in crimson hues
only now does light reveal what lust had deceived
a monster birthed to bring only destruction.
I feel the sun, its rays warm my newfound white,
lizards hide under under my new bony white gleam
lighter now with flesh eaten and rotted away,
a ghost, staring blindly at that accursed fireball above 
and in deepest of woes, in saddest of thoughts
curse the woeful day I first betrayed Love
to kiss that monster of sorrows and burning death.

Robert Lindley, 10-20-2018
Free Verse, Dark Verse,  (A Dying Desert Stroll)

Note:  Woke at about 3 am , dying of thirst. Went to
 the fridge and got cold water to drink. Wide awake,
 I decided to read some of my old poetry. One sad poem
 gave rise to my sitting down and writing this, a dark
 tale of lost love, punishment for a weakened kiss given
 to a monster deceiving in appearance and later, too late
 finally  seen for what it was. 
A tale that has had befallen many a young man-- when a
 sexy vixen set fang and claw in,  to led astray those
 in a weak moment of temptation yield to its deceiving beauty.
This inspired by an old poem written in 1975, and the Halloween
 decorations in my neighbors yards..
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