Soul Gaze
In Caramel-crimson fantasy
I silent shaped a face and form,
For private times, for me alone,
To dream and do with as I liked,
Fashioned in minutest part
With willowed hair and
Eyes and lips so full and sweet
They call to me alone
In caramel-crimson fantasy
She served as lover, maid or queen,
Or consort quiet, to feed this beast,
For me alone
For me alone,
And when that moment came
Shattering my silent screams of solitude,
Drawing me helpless into
That glorious golden depth
In the soul well of her eyes
To face my fantasies made flesh
Not w***e but mother-sister-child,
No more a thing to ease my
Inconsequential and corrupted self
But rather truth in beauty anxious
And unaware, yet conscious full
Of tears those eyes had known
And soul fed wounds
And tiny joys
That I would never know.
That moment came
A freight train crashing through
This house of smoke and mirror-cards,
Blasting away
The clatter-chatter distraction into
A silent echo shaped
By those perfect lips
To resound against and penetrate
My simple being graced
To bask in her immaculate radiance
That rushed out in concentric waves
To wash away the base and vile
Unworthy of her presence.
That moment passed,
To burn away
My caramel-crimson fantasy
Leaving me to see
Just me, just me,
Just me,
Alone.
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