There was a time that in my imaginings I could close my eyes
and see the face that inspired my
deepest
darkest
desires.
That face was your face.
deepest
darkest
desires.
That face was your face.
Time and distance have reduced what once was the purest of
erotic muses to less than a distant memory.
Now my innermost want has no face...my inner eye tries to focus on something that no longer exists. That is when
I new I was truly alone.
Tendrils of my well-kept thoughts that escape darkness
have no where to find their rest;
seeking to touch that which they cannot fathom,
the seat of my desire
seeking to touch that which they cannot fathom,
the seat of my desire
crumbling beneath the weight of cruel emptiness.
My heart wanting to take solace in the Paradise Lost that's very nature is
an enigma.
That is when I knew
I
was
truly
alone.