The Road to Maximus and Winter’s de-Reckoning
“The Road to Maximus and Winter’s de-Reckoning”
Winter pulled me into Her
like I was Her new season
and cooly stroked my fevered skin
like the contours of my body
were the finest Lotus silk
an expensive treasure
never seen before nor felt
She curled into the shaded Summer fox hollows of me
and walked nonchalantly without a care
through the green valleys of my mind
as if She were Spring again
wanting to make love like a mad loon
in some lost lovers woods
where shining red apples lay spread
wide and wanton wasting on the ground,
as if a tasting of elusive life,
like the decisions of choice
plucked from a box of gifted Candy,
had been partly digested yet blithely disgarded
and ignored for something much better;
Autumn ponderously “realed” me back in
heralding Her arrival, as if She, Winter,
was an immovable force
not to be slighted,
nor fooled;
All that dark long night
She stayed by my side
as if I was some ransom to barter,
as if Her possession of me,
was a token to entry,
that some burning Manderley
beckoned me along with Her,
hypnotically further in
down that off-road pot-holed path
towards a now ruinous home
I no longer recognized,
some type of cleansing baptism
was taking place, the type
where tears no longer reign,
and there exists a fierce firestorm inside,
there was an element of eternal emolation
in the warmth of its ever closer lively caress;
romance in that state of being undressed
was an unconquered emo territory addressed,
and I, being a recalcitrant
and connosseur of all things lux
and burning bright, relished
such an enticing opportunity,
so I turned my back with glee
on the body sunk in the vast depths
of that perilous Ocean behind me,
I turned my back like I had committed
some revolutionary Rebecca act like murdering
a devout poet of godly conscience,
and She whispered something into my ear
Her cold breath sending shivers of delight
down my fevered spine and back up again
into the trusted jewel of my heart,
as if I was the only one
to be privvy to such a secret;
She pushed me gently forward
as if no need to be concerned of the consequences,
I could feel the smile on Her face close to my ear
the secret was dark and hot and sickly sweet,
like melting velvet chocolate,
I could taste it in the very words
that lay indolently tattooed on my warm tongue
wanting to be spoken but shy of the truth,
so I kept my mouth shut and listened
to the crackling of music through the flames,
as if the hushing of those words might be repeated
through the automatic static of some distant haunting melody,
the white noise of another dimension and its buried memories;
like an undone moth drawn to enticing flame
with a secret well-kept under wing
unspoken, unseen – weird and calmly still – yet,
inside the torrents like a river running wild,
I moved my bare feet across the field
as if in Elysian and hurried further in towards Him
a maximus of singularity
co-joined … again; it would seem.
Love all consuming burns All Souls within
Candide Diderot. ‘25
“Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again”…
Copyright © Candide Diderot | Year Posted 2025
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