Where once flowed wild desire,
now pain, spreads like fire.
Pulsing fervently through vessels eroded by deceit,
collecting in the vacancy of my heart’s empty cavity.
Like water-ripples that obediently emanate from the center of a tossed stone,
numbness starts in my soul and reverberates outward through flesh, blood, and bone.
Searching my imagination for pure and simple diversions,
distraction comes in visions of dapple-gray ponies...
with long, flowing, lavender-colored manes, tails and forelocks -
hooves pounding against earth covered in velvety green moss.
Moist snorts of freedom escaping from each nose,
and lavender turning to liquid as they shake their heads to and fro.
Say the wise, you cannot know rapture
without ever feeling love’s torture.
Nor can you find completeness
never having known loneliness.
Fancy words that now are of little use or comfort to me
as I untie bonds of pain and break these chains of complacency
