Disciple of Desire
A fragrant flower left by the glamorous gods
For me to praise and panoramically ponder
A monolithic maiden rising from the pods
As each day my hopes grow fanatically fonder
Within the day she is the shimmering summer sun
Within the night she is the mated magnetic moon
Oh the wishful web that I have spontaneously spun
So I may wakefully wallow in my candescent cocoon
A congenial carnivorous Venus fly trap
Feverously floating toward her fallacious fumes
Euphorically embracing as her wings begin to flap
As I find myself in one of her tenebrous tombs
Left to rootly rot as I rapturously retire
For I shall be known as a disciple of desire.
July.12.2016
Limerence - Poetry Contest
By Nayda Ivette Negron
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016
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