The Amourette Autopsy

The Amourette Autopsy In vesper’s curt caress there seems no bind To daylight’s brim or morning’s dire decree- Your vertigo embrace confounded vows, Within a steel wheeled cauldron we stirred swamps We hyperventilated hurricanes Cajoled embraces, arrogated from your groom and registry and welling eyes; Celestial bliss, we buzzed God's prayer vault. We even deemed the telescopic murk a trough where genuflections might could reach; You spun away to opium dens, supine, I could not trace Icarian designs. You tiptoed the obituary scene Without your leaving even a toe’s wake- But in your swirl you must have slipped but once in its ambitious, enterprising ink. Oh butterfly why you abjured your wings, Regressed to the cocoon womb’s staid address? I wish I could interrogate your wraith by dream, concussion, disembodiment. Enraptured by your sallow soft trained tress- drapes gaped to manifest seraphic tones of fairness, though distraught by varying hues that sapience esteems the bends of life