Anemone

(melody is to music, what imagery and feeling is to poetry)
H. de Balzac

Anemone
my love flows sober,
but my lust is pure
agony
you've come to 
symbolize all that 
is holy

Anemone
I kiss the bitterness
and taste your sweet lips 
that gift
tragedy and
experience 
I do truly adore
your infinite 
caress!

Anemone
I am a hostage
to your love
warm celestial
solitude
Intoxicating
quaint half sleep
murmuring songs
of innocence 

Anemone
my lasting memories 
begin to ravish 
sensual delight
into voids
enhanced and defiant
inflicted
beheld lovingly
within
midsummer's ancient
reprisal 
lost dreams

Anemone
your dark heart
purifies
the disdain and angst
that stains
my soul's eternal
weakness
entrenced
life's wounded
amorality 
born into
perfect
suffering
unreasonable
illusions
that ache
a sadistic
temperament 
time unleashed
as gently as death
becomes visionary
in her great
ambient 
silence
awoken
from this 
sad wilderness

Anemone
give us wisdom
decreed
between your 
open legs
a gateway to pathways
forgotten
vengeance
but never
shall we 
repent

Anemone
now fly away
wasted like a 
day in time
serene wanderings
to the otherside
reflects unusual
madness
in language
that speaks softly
of the night's 
chosen foolish
gesture's
now arise
like the 
shadows of
impermanence
Anemone