We took day for granted in the mystery of night
With notions of each other and wanton insight
And he of taste, of redolence so sweet
Could enrapture the hoar of sorrow deep
Though weathered and torn from eternal sight.
He drank the innocence of sweeping breath
Defiled in luxury, avowed to death
While his satin strides and disgraceful tongue
Where from rows of remontant whispers hung;
A vermeil kiss spilled from pallid depth.
When midnight came and the niveous sun
Crept into the memory of a life undone
I savored each gasp, the promises and threats
Of the lies we wove between sunsets
And the alluring passions of romance, begun…
How struck and bereaved I had come to be
When my eventide sire had forsaken me
As a luminous wraith to deliquesce
With only the rue of his sweet caress
In radiance naught more than atrocity.