Licking Wounds

LICKING WOUNDS Lulling the bye and bye In dreams that oozed and wept with the regret Of unfinished business In the portage veiled with the drift of confusion Sustained by the envisioned memory Of snarling words and demon eyes Ejaculating horror from the love swept beginnings We once knew Reigning in this fiery heart so full of itself To burst in the moment Releasing its pent-up punishment To sing in the realm of forgiveness The harmonies long forgotten Belied by the swan song that lost its rhythm Along the path of little substance Of fabled passion Weeping upon the pillow of hiding To disappear while each tear washes away The dirty laundry stained with apathy and rejection Dwelling in the temple of our shallowness Buried in the effort of our escape Emerging like the slow sunrise of a spring day Diffused into believing tomorrow will never be the same To any Joy that is created