So..
tomorrow settled in
did it?


you expected something...different?

tattered sails still guide
they're just not..
as pretty
when push comes to shove
is it beauty or brawn
that is up for ransom?

the beginning of the journey
was cosmic
a magical rite
alive
awake
you began to pen
...your enchanted book of shadows

yet crazed winds,..loomed
black and pendulous
wavering on the scale
of fahrenheit
from lava to hail
in half of a heartbeat

no direction
no construction
no division
emotion
...
just
corrupted
erosion
vile
corrosion

heavy it hangs
darkening your door
battering
beating
until its famished knuckles..
bleed out..


your carpet is stained
wee tormented one
do you idle in tantrums
like a lingering touch
dipped in a vat
of erotic tantra
beguiling your naked lover
from their position
behind...


turning to face him
limbs take to dance
yet visions
weave in threats
...of freeze frame

the Mudra
s
c
a
l
d
s


as it crawls
along
the juncture
of your thighs

the dance awakening
rotted flesh
each layer of dermis
courting its epi host
pleasure glazing
icing your brow
as rhythmic hands
rub the repose
from its misleading eyes


your mind
body
and
spirit
fusing
with all
that you've been denied

the sail that has
thus guided you safely
beating upon the mast
forcing it
to a stance
of submission...
upon its knees


upon the flagstaff
no freedom's hue
no insignia of diplomacy
no catechism of faith
only....rust


an appeal shoots out
from behind parched lips
the salt air
stinging your open wounds
as you cry out
your breath ..
suspended
above a whisper...


" baise moi"

does a trembling hand
reach
for a wet corner
the abused sail
coming to life
in the center
of your palm
warming
in your chakras


or do you let
the winds
violent and unforgiving
carry it away
as your
melodic mantra
succumbs
.........fading to grey.....

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*
*
*
*

why does eternity
have to be forever?
and we ...stuck
in it's tarred fingers
like a fly to sticky paper?

could forever just be
.. a stepping stone
towards another tommorrow

I'll bet that sickly sail ...
....knows a secret or two....