In hues of squander sleeps merciless ache -
Promises of longevity, substance crumbling,
Brilliant cheeks of sanguine
Suffer drought, dreams to pasture, pallid,
Where, once, dawn reigned in efflorescence,
Summoning spring.

Gurgling waters giggled from artesian spring,
Belying winter’s ache -
Rivers thawing in passion’s efflorescence,
The levees crumbling, crumbling,
While he stumbles, pallid,
Shedding his layers of sanguine.

While she, with her basket to gather sanguine,
Skips glorious behind, traps to spring -
Discovers her lover, pallid -
Bends to caress, allay the ache,
Curious to witness the crumbling
Decay of a life once saturated in efflorescence.

And she, with her obsession to gather efflorescence,
Bathes - in his blood - paints her own cheeks of his, sanguine
The vestibules of her sanctuary crumbling,
While she, oblivious to mortality’s spring,
Defeans to his haunting ache -
His ghost, emerging pallid.

Still ravenous to rid her forest pallid,
She devours the last of his efflorescence,
Desperate to satisfy her vast ache -
Gluttonous banquet of unholy sanguine,
Cause of wicked laughter spring,
Shards of her humanity crumbling, crumbling

His shredded flesh in resurrection crumbling,
Reflects the failing winter, scars of melting, pallid,
Where once, from innocence, intention did spring,
The strength of youth in radiant efflorescence
Danced in the elixir of sanguine,
Unacquainted with ache.

Efflorescence crumbling,
The spring of sanguine drained
In the pallid exposure of ache.

03/02/2009

Author's Note: OMGosh - (note to Professor Schell) don't EVER make me do that again! Hehe. Feedback would be ENTIRELY appreciated!!!

Posted on 03/02/2009
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