A Hangover You Don’t Deserve

Are you out there?

Here in the going, going, gone.

Upstairs by a Chinese lamp

Frequently wrong, but never in doubt.

The pointless, yet potent cords

Of the superficial sighs of my heart.

Smiling at Apollo, wrapped in

An indolent kiss from that coy lover,

Kannon. Siva outreaches a flame-kissed

Hand. Might as well dance.

In love, but not at peace.

The child with all the Greek tragedies reflected

in the November ice of my eyes,.

Contemplating the hangover I don’t deserve,

Having partook too much of the inferno’s love, as

sweet and forbidden as Ambrosia from the God’s.

Slow Dancing with my shadow, singing to the moon.

Meek as a lamb, as I give in to the sweet misery of the Poison apple,

It’s flesh aflame with heart’s afire...it’s flesh so cold, but it’s meat a bittersweet

Symphony of bliss as, for the sake of the night and lost love, it enfolds me in

A tender kiss of Death, aring with finality.

And I let it devour me, devour my whole.

Meek as a lamb, as I give in to the sweet blindness

Of a love you never recover from.