Shallow Enbraces

Nov 3, 2008, 2:31 PM |

Retired with hearts willing to lead and borrow, yet now they wither and sower by the next marrow.

So how without declining, all that was alive is now dieing.

Tying lust to love, yet push always turns to shove.

Vexed pleasure, instead of enjoyed they were measure!

Scrutiny accompanies even the most intament of senses,in order to feel the only order was senseless.

Kisses that were passed by felt on quivering lips, yet to emotion neither would submit.

So feeling had no foot hold,

so it was found flailing and festooned, while fantasy of fancy were being consumed!

..........This poem is part of my free style series