She ( Anthology of Wantonness)

I.

Marionette I’ve grown to be

Lost upon the strings of she

Distastes remembered forgotten in

A lustful crush birthed by sin

Varietal spices linger long

Yet those in love refute their songs

II.

Once upon a thundered sky

Blissful reigns dismissed of shine

Rhythmic are the waves it seems

When lost ashore, devoid of she

Arid, amidst a rainfall’s stray

Remembered are the sweetest days

Each grain rekindled since

Morose claims unleash its pinch

III.

A scarlet frost descends

Absent midnight’s are avenged

Where calamity and dismay

Forage free upon man’s shame

Robust ardor, crosses limbs

Arms outstretched accepting in

All tendrils of hypotheses

Until regaining the scent of she

IV.

Waking mournful in tidal cover

Harshest immersion splits asunder

Gaps of quakes sliver sized

Reflecting chasms in the eyes

Languor clamors for apology

To tempest beleaguered stets of she

Alas, a journeys ceases to start

When championed by the hollowed heart

V.

Forlorn scars adrift in storm

Beckons comfort laced by scorn

Calliope whistles harshly through

When heroes roam are sparse & few

Iris circles sharpened hue

A message contracted for you

Unaware to the silent allegory

You notice not the guise of she

VI.

Softly succumbing to the bee

Honey trickling thigh to knee

A coveting wisdom claims the rights

To defer judgment on this night

Atop painted canvas undulations seep

As rigors suppress the voice of she

To which pause forms a glow

Of silent lines clouding slow

VII.

In the early next day’s light

You pinch flesh to confirm the sight

A ray flickers back then forth

Painting a tract south to north

At peace she lays, sun bathing each her sides

Defenseless while the armor hides

You want to touch; you need to feel

Yet afraid with arousal comes repeal

VIII.

Invigorated from the evenings spell

You wait what emotions that soon shall dwell

If hidden deep below the glowering

Rested the possibility for loving

 What proof’s there to state

To believe she won’t revert face

With portent words drinking mind

You slide away as not to find

What form She chooses

Despite great protest from your muses

IX.

Misaligned you wander barren wood

Pacing faster than one should

What might have been if you stayed?

What card dealt will now be played?

Gibberish grows as thoughts race swift

Colliding, colluding, words sever & sift

Time becomes the ladder’s fodder

From seconds to hours, minutes solder

X.

Strain bores like the awl

As you await for She to call

But then an eclipse appears

Through the latch you spy your dear

Heart skips a tripping crest

What beats beneath She’s chest?

Knuckles bent, nails palm-pressed

Door ajar you flinch with regret

XI.

Best case you conjure to mind

That you left something behind

Worse case though is what you fear

She unleashing pain that sears

Rushing wind twisting locks

Key staggers air with shock

She speaks…

Yet venom is not leaked

Off-guard you begin to stumble speech

Ending as she takes you to her reach

XII. 

(Bonus Extended Song- Outtake)

Vows internal

You prayed to make

Words sacred

You promise to keep

Anything she wants

Anything at all

Despite objections

Her will becomes your call

With a wand of hand

And vowels slow

You obey and smile so

She’s a Jedi

She can trick the mind

She’s a Jedi

She can stop time

She’s a Jedi

She can make cloaks fall

She’s a Jedi

And She’s mine

Deep inside though

You know

The real trickster’s you