The Beautiful Thirst

My heart - delicate,
And malleable
Undulates
Within two poles,
Seamlessly juxtaposed -
Beauty and affliction;
Capricious container -
Truth and fiction;
The sheer surfeit
Of choice
Reverberates with
Imperious diversion,
Settled invitation-
Loud and shiny things.

Hard to breathe,
I'm in exile
Slave to my emotions,
Obsequious and servile
Barren, cold and mute
Existence - the brute;
Tilted reminiscence,
Scars of loss
Contrive frames
Around moments -
Footprints,
Interminable -
Being and time.

Infinite diety,
Triune polyphony
Artist of sublimity
Smearing shades
Of lonliness,
Vestiges of faith,
To retrieve
Hues of meaning;
Oddly convivial
Prophets
Of reprieve.

Orpheus lost Eurydice
Palpable discordancy
Suffused in time,
Could not resolve
Without verse
Decidedly sonorous,
Canvas, showered pain;
Splashed
Jackson Pollack stain
Love - onerous,
Deep beneath
The veneer,
It's mercy severe.

Fiction from the first,
Eden's fatal gift,
Lucidity cursed,
Altered cosmos murmuring;
Parlance of
Disordered elegance;
Effusive language,
Phrasing art nouveau
Tacit script,
Ensconced within
the fabric;
Create a thirst -
Torment, visceral
And immediate.

Ardor and innocence
Once quenched,
Render
Pathos in proportion
To the pleasure,
Conveyance of beatitude,
The past absorbed
Into the treasure,
Inscrutable heart -
Devotion and turpitude;
Desire, loathing and paucity,
Affinity in abundance,
Fear and doubt
Inhabit certitude.

©2009 & 2011 W.S. Warner