lustful melancholy

the flash
in the peripheral
triggers the snap
of the neck
and the eyes dart
to things
that are not there

like strawberry blossoms
ablaze
behind blue pools
of lustful dread

all part of a formula
to drive me mad
from the unknown
for the known
is more
than I can know
and still believe
in the sane

the long road
whether dust
or ice
can break the arch
that supports the man
and bring the colossus
down
into dust
and stones
scattered along the break
between wave
and shore

where the wind
fuels
the flame
framing
the face
I dare not dream
to be near
for the folly
of the fool
is the delusion
become real
in a bloom
of magenta
and pain

lost in a wind
frozen before time
come to cut
my bones
from my meat

the lust
for the heat
once more
brings the madness
of the doomed
and the thundering
of broken fists
on stone
as wishes
are cast at the stars
like spears
of fire

bring the conflagration
to the walls
of this cell
and steal away
all the air
in my lungs
so that I might pass
into the phantasm
that circles
just out
of my vision

and shadows
my every
breath