The Lone Star Statuette

 

As she stood a step in the distance

I was a lifetime apart but yet so close

A satisfaction towards the corner of her smile

Merry times led to a withering flower

With petals that curled in over it’s beautiful veins of insecurity

Watching loudly, controlling the fear on her reins in obscurity

Cast away in dimensions, treading on varied simplicity

A tear flowed in silence, the smile blew away a thousand hearts

The red lineage of her bitter monuments, I stared into her servitude

A mellow piece of my ecstasy beneath the west wind raindrops

The veins cried out a whisper that reached deep within my malt-ish vine

Scurried into my Neverland she bit through a thousand pasts

The touch she pushed inside worrying inches of my light heartbeats

Swollen and sorry as I looked past her colorful cries

Heaped and dark, rash and definitely not mine to wonder

I got up as I swam past her Spaniards, reached the dusked up destination

I took a roundabout across memories of sadness, a left took me to another zone

Lost I got as I slipped into a trance, her embrace made me feel at home

 

Slim was her sensibility, sweetly swollen was her hair

Messed in senses, a Evangeline structure ripped bare

The crimson serenity stripped to no amends

Her fair complexion bewitched past a thousand stares

Courageous yet cautious I entered into the solemn seduction

A raw merriment so pure, the crisps of the sides prismed sore

Queried past self-psychosis, as she continued her invasion

Days passed by in an universe that intersected in collision

I felt her scent as I outran her inner melancholy

I carried fast while I pictured her bliss, insinuatingly jolly

In dominance I played to a river of her solitude

I confessed upon her inner angel, she broke fortitude

 

I looked into the soul of her inner, mesmerizing

I crept into her consciousness twice, thrice surprising

As she rejected all through her frequent rants

She self-seduced seduction in loud whispers

When she cried inside her inner sanctum

My hidden essence could hear her weep

With numerous bare heavens, she hid the burnt doorways

Clenching her body with certain joy, my thoughts felt like sto-waways

Writhing in a beckoning so high I took her close

Her slender arms and legs left me comatose

As I called to her shadows, the soft skin so brown and bright

I risked all and dipped into her, holding her insecurities very tight

A relationship set back in time, in a parallel existence

Wondering within waters of memory, a kiss that put the lights out

She dispelled into pestilence, scared me with masterful mania

Hid through every hasty handful, she played through the emotional field

Struck with darkened interference, I was licked by a foolish intolerance

I caressed her dry, treading into a torrid feeling which got to my sense

As I walked away from her brown eyes, I rode into a different sunset

Dressed her in silence, every time coming back to where we first met

 

 

 

 

 

 

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KISS OF A LILAC

As she faded away in non-existence
A hug came to me in fantasy
Few sparkles of ceremonious giggles
Lighting up chrysanthemum in a little glass

“You are among my cluster of thoughts”
In a garden of metered maleficence
A true embodiment of gifted lilac
Entrusted by the heart on it’s bloom

Impertinent and immoral, wasted by cruelty sweet
I took a quick glance before the eyes would meet
Proudly I dared look into her compressed mirror
Colors bounced between convex edges

Artful than the impression that Gogh did forget
Menacingly beautiful as she took the turn
A celibacy of uncountable dark attractions at that
A pact of resentful urgencies that cluelessly burn

Puppet intentions, I took a peel of what I could take
The soft edges of mysticism exchanged by a shake
As she curled into his pages, stinging with her straight hair so folly
Her eyes showed the way towards Eden, spreading enamour so jolly

“I love her like anything”, greeneries of thought
A penitent displeasure in the breath
It’s solemnly not a vague plethora
Of any melancholia given to perfection
Strings of euphony lusted in ceremony
Laughter of agony kissed through obscurity

He knew she violated second to none
The edged mistress etched into crimson
The shining black eyes of a liason
With a look that left all red in sensation

The stranger gave another smile
As she ravaged the heart of no return
Skillfully her slender nature took position
Moulding in between while she caressed away
She moved her penchant eyes and searched territory
A discovery properly dressed to be found
The lush hair that left you in dementia
Maroon-ed me ebony, circumstances stood still
Her inner skin touched till fury emerged pointless
Sin brightly crept from behind, curves on their faces
Cloaked in delight, aroused by the stir of salvation
Scared past her ambiguity, cursed by self-domination

As her dark effervescence brightened the path
The solemn moments took it’s first wrath
Supple merriment that passed completely bathed
As he moved through her neck, the sweet shrieks left him unscathed

The innocence that penetrated into the depths of cynicism
The satanic thirst of the angel so pure in contradiction
Descant followed her light feet, each step into melancholia
The lilac jested it’s fragrance, stamped me with her insignia