The Final Letter

Dear Lover... I struggle to gulp the scorn you poured. My mouth parched, desperate for a sip of your love. A taste of your lips. Your engagement- an abomination. Our relationship still floods the plains of my memory. Surges storming in my inner soul. Questions bamboozle my mind. So, your affection was a mere hoax. I, the halloween freak? Your tender touch, in fact a thump? Our turgid, rose in bloom. A flaccid, comatose weed? I cherish our unending summertime. I crowned, knighted& sainted your passion. And you scorn me? My Love, make no attempt to flee. I will find you, her and your fragrant bliss. A reeking carcass I will leave. The pathetic yearning for the warmth of your suave flame, Is dead. And the need to draw blood, Resides. ...with love, Your Real Bride. For Dictionary fun...#1...Delilah`s words contest.