Glued With Temptation

 

Glued With Temptation...

And so...here I stand...again
Watching as splinters of my core,
Prick and harass the ruddy skin of your feet.
Tear drops streaking my pallid cheeks;
Seem to escape the swell tide in my eyes.

Once again the jester's garments fit precisely to my physique,
Exposing me for the fool that I am.
Hasty and hankering for another chance to impart to you this fragile heart...
Never remembering that in this epilogue,
'Tis I who will fall prey to the hegemony of grief.

Yet...ah yes...I must know that you want me.
Tis a compulsion that I use to piece back together these minute
Figments of my heart...never bearing in mind that the majority of it,
Is wedged in each imprint of your feet.

I smell the enthralling perfume of your desire...
I taste the alluring sugar coated words that blooms from that pink flower in your Mouth, To only spill from the silk petals of your lips and,
Finally becoming as sweet as nectar to my ears.
Words that become the last flower to the Humming bird...my only hope.

I am battling with my lust and my precedent anguish...
Which path is my heart strong enough to take?
I am willing to gamble but I am afraid that my compulsion will never be able
To savage the debris of my heart once more,
If I were to take another attack head on.

Tis a risk I will take...
For temptation is the captain of my heart...
And you are the sea that I long to set sail upon...
I will set my course and ride the waves...
And I beg you, my Obsidian, to not condemn this heart to its watery grave....

 

Author's Note

a poem I'd written for a contest...i won yay!

Reviews

[Belator Books]

Jesters garment and hegemony of grief... great lines. Brim full of heart clenching emotion and nigh unto despair. If it had but a 'weathering the storm feel', it would have won. Nicely penned.