"Wilted"

From the torpor of your senses
I crawl sheepishly-
with passionate hunger
onto your corpse-like shell
beneath a greasy sky
once silhouetting our blending
My body unwrapped, waiting
craving to embrace you deep

My tongue slips between taut lips
attempting to revive-
the woven fabric to your heart
concealed behind a barricade
and laced with history’s scent

Your march is thrashing
to a shaky song-
leading course of destruction
rushing cadence crashing distance
feet stripped beneath pavement of steel
fragments of love strewn
resembling scrap pieces of paper-
As if you forgot where we began

My mind’s resorting to dust
unable to escape abandon
in a lopsided flight-
of vital truth
Your shadow losing power
before the sun
Words that once held meaning
WILT with the rose born out of season

Your eyes will attempt to find
traces of my face in the night-
as sorrow ascends to the moon
and my cries haunt your soul

While you cling to the ghost

Alone