Languid Tears Bubble Over

I’m winded.

For you are my captor who

Lunges into my soul,

And shreds every fiber of my being.

I seek to drive out illusion.

Where I’m going, there is no rapture.

Fever consumes me.

Languid tears bubble over.

Fog loses its measure.

Thunder tempers.

Your waters thirst for redemption

Where nothing exists.

In your realm, osculated dreams come

Alive, and implode unholy seeds to fester.

Broken minds dive into boiling waters.

Visions of folly take hold.

For your scepter no longer bands with

Emoticons.

Leisurely, I walk on sacred grounds up

Cleft, but your treble seizes harmony.

© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2018