I’m in lust with a sky I’ve yet to see;
in love with people that I’ve yet to meet.
Whilst lonely lips await whetted kisses;
as warmer hands caress a trembling cheek.
Time spent in Victorian fantasies
queen of spades vivid in a diamond flush.
Struggle on a chair with three wobbly legs
where the break leads to a precious love bared.
I know how life goes, not purely sacred;
Amnesty in an infected liar,
colors flicker as happiness ascends
harmony in darker dreams are mended
During heartless crimes in the bygone times
cast your doubts in flames within the graceless.
~Ken Allen Dronsfield
Seminole, Oklahoma, USA