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