Abandoned

Golden soft spiraling diadem

Loving the pillow so sweetly.

Breathing in the atmosphere

Of absence and supple whimsy.

Perfume of longing and heat

Stirring heavily like a melody;

A song of fresh, beautiful hands

And purple locks sweeping faintly.

Waiting for the stretching limbs

Of the God of transgressions.

Gripping delirium and dismissing

Forgiveness with a slow nod.

Dimness binds closer to embrace

The vibrant enduring colors

Of blood and blue and bite.

Lost with demons and echoes

And no one’s missing me.