Empty Reef

A rose- red bud of passion- deep intrigue- of crimson heat
Scents which I must heed that force my soul to move my feet
and walk with fervid paces racing twards what calls me forth
then stand-enthralled- above them all the same play as before

Oh mighty carmine ocean twitch I fall a victim ev'ry time
level with me revel in my soul, my flesh, my mind
taste my scent as I have drank the sight of you so long
And to a forceful call you only leave my soul to drown

An aura-ever present- overwhelming - always thick
Odiferous- sweet nectars- now, when present, make me sick
For now your roots have made the choice to mingle with the weeds
And dwell amid the marshes- in the darkness of disease

But looking to the stars which rest afar the deep beyond
My passion clenches mem'ries which my heart knows to be wrong
With fervor I wage war with what my mind knows to be true
Without a thought I trot down to the marsh to be with you

Tingles skulk up through my legs as cold mud swallows toes
And as I sink I feel your breath upon me with great heat
once at level view I turn to see you sink beneath
Cold mud now my only love within this empty ree