The Corruption of My Lust For Life

Hibiscus rays of light herald the sun's stretch from slumber in a bloom of ravishing red passion- Oh! how I despise dawn's blushing optimism and lust for life! for I am too young to cry but too old not to a handful of heartbeats ago we crystal-gazed into evening's lustrous orb anticipating foretold fortunes of our future pinning dreams upon the darkling horizon with heartening baby’s breath stars featherlight the dandelion puff as zephyrs blew the seeds of our fantasies— free to fly the sighs of our summer days till breezes laid the pixie dust down our wishes taking root - flourishing like tow-headed weeds in our sunny field champagne flowed voluptuously through our veins we pulsed with ambrosial arousal and with every nectarous nip we lived as though we would celebrate in love f o r e v e r until the broken dawn-to-dark— when a cloud of angels cradled your harmonic harp against their white-rose-pillow hearts— their teardrops in ecstasies of grief and joy strummed your silvern strings in a glorious glissando that lifted your lustrous essence across the bridge to bliss— somewhere beyond me ..and behind the snowy veils of virtue I am anemic if not nothing now adulterated by loss of innocence dwindling in a dreamless state unoccupied but for the lurid loss that fills me - and my black skies storm with shrieking tears!