E - L - E - C - T - R - O - Komicht - Orange (Part 5)

aspiring knave that i was I too soon found a reason for divergence
though all her longing whispers followed my besieged soul the
dance of similarity was spilling in from the rafters of our
concealment
An illusion it was not but how could its unspurned willingness
be but a weakness? Or a loneliness of lost wandering amongst
the wreckage of souls like seaweed that longed for a tidle pool
where a barnacle closed its eye on the moon
fingered the soil of some fertile valley left secret from the
gypsyied fowl who flew always back to their keep before
that dark edge of night's axe had fallen

The smell of her perfume was lingering upon my intentions as
a cat pushes purring past a fern to water's lap
leaping in power thrusts to find a way from falling into
the pike's liar

angular fountains of zephyr radiance of neptune's navel
squating ambivalent and waiting for a wash of blood.
This sign was strong to me a warning of coming or just
soon past hatred. Turning, I opened a place for meeting again
in a simple setting.

A trunk the girth of an elephant hung its bows out streched to
the horizon. Far distant herds of strange creatures grazed
against the furnace nuclear sun that spoiled its disc of
golden yolk in dust distanced depth of stars fallen into
a negative uni-verse of our glory - she was the leopard
that caressed those branches with no fear of losing sight
of her flock

what was the reason for your unrepented assault?

Did you find me weak for traitoring my defences?

Where is your family and where goes those tiny footfalls
of your fate as it is now pitted against the shame that
follows you?

tri-angular motion reaches my point of compulsion
and sends flowers of haloed echoes to the loins
of my compassion

I am met soundly here so why run?