akira (flight of fancy)


she has that kind of beauty that makes a man melt in his reverie
the hypnotic manifest ecstasy
hourglass-curve; thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six
lips and red balloons
a hint of saliva on the breath

she is perfect untainted
virginal yet promiscuous in her chastity
as if it were justifiable
seeing that every leaf was meant to fall
from the upright tree of virtue

oh the autumn...how i loathe its evil subtlety
it made her shape of innocence into something more than i could dream
cursed a vision of reality with her daunting flight of fancy
only i would wish for a woman this divine...and follow a bitter hope into a steel palisade
breaking all the limbs i nurture
revealing what my whims did perjure

and if i were given the insanity of perchance
in touching that godly thigh
(with anything other than my...)
would it not be enough to summon an angel’s star to fall on the very earth i stand
and obliterate the dust in which my somber tears did land
and deliver me from the past in which elusion marked my glance?




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