'Sweet decline.'

Succulent the day becomes, Rosy soft, and somehow sleek, A seeming opus crafted sweet, Conveyed upon some dough placed sheet. Supple to the fading stroke, We wane within our fight for sleep, Laid so corpulent we always reap, The raging, violent, daylight heat. Caressing natures tuneful bind, Composed to open all our minds, Proven now, we won’t survive, Perhaps this is our time. Curvaceous shadows all become, Slippery, cold and aching bleak, Air surrounds with mature reek, Is this now true, the breath i seek? Dainty loll amid the blades, A hard recline, meets limp retreat, To the dark i make a poignant speech, i’m met with nothing but defeat. Caressing natures tuneful bind, Composed to open all our minds, i do not need you to remind, The reasons why, I am not kind. Surface a yearn, and so become, Tasting sugary, brilliantly sweet, A sonata in your dusty eye leaps, Into my heart; i am complete. Dance beyond the night, Please don’t wane before we sleep… It’s just tonight i wish to keep, As i lay below a deep black heat. Caressing natures tuneful bind, Composed to open all our minds, Perhaps we’ll share what here i find, Without the sweet, yet sharp, declines. Written January 28th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 03:58 AM PST, harry luck    0 • 10