(A lone voice whispers.)
In my endless quests
Of Argentine Tango's
Until my inevitable death
Love to me
Was like a Língchí
A slow death of a thousand cuts
A crimson picturesque
Vibrant landscape
Of bleeding and drowning
In such emotional depths
With
What Ifs and Buts
Sadistically
Crucified mercilessly
Like Vlad the Impaler's
Many foes
On blood-stained crosses
Of
Who Knows
For true Desire is a fire
Of such unimaginable power
It pulls down
Our own innermost towers,
Of morality
And sense of worth
Like a juggernaut
Sent forth
From Sodom and Gomorrah
But as Ancient Books
Say
Living with that chimera
That wild Pandora
Is the ultimate rush
For any soul
And Earth is the ultimate
Playground
Awashed with secret
Vices and crushes
Of all known
And unknown kinds
To blow anyone's mind
It's why in here
To our Arch Deacon
We all gather
At the shimmering
Boundary edge
To pray nightly
To be returned
One day
To that strange
But so exotic adrenaline filled
Garden of Eden
To once more
Stand naked
In any room
As love or desire
In any form
Swallows
And consumes us
Whole
Like the mighty Basilisk
For that my dearest
Reader
Is the only form of
Living you'll ever miss
When you lose control
And you too
Close
Your eyes forever
Like me
And countless others
In here
Kneeling
Beside me
Praying like slaves to
A pagan God
And awake
On the other side
Of living
Cold kiss
Like
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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