soliloquized afflatus
...after all, you were mistaken--
Miss Taken.
Missed, taken from me.
Mist taken in...Aroma Therapy.
Perfume which i fancy.
Closure,
for a beholder's opened eyes--
upon inception
of surveying a landscape lush,
hereby justified
from travels upland, mounted,
and journeys
cascading
back
down
to the naturally occurring soft textured plinth, as if a pedestal's disposition.
Whilst there, can be found, is a valley to the heated spring.
Within, I lay.
Domesticating my desires.
My senses are wildly tamed.
I came a long way from islands of perversions.
Lost at see, for newly found land.
The Sweetest Things
banish me "desserted". Bittersweet,
as if amalgamated with amygdalin.
No clear line drawn to separate.
If only a Magdalene, that is
my dealt hand.
Though i savor the moments
we made merry,
like tones and notes married to fermented fruit of the vine--the "algorhythms",
my amygdala took its cues to dance to.
I'll go rid them,
from memory,
the sensations and stimulations
like a starry night does the blue sky,
unless it dawns again.
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