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Click hereO'dark thirty,
he sits, slouched, rocking
draws another breath of death,
watches as smoke rises
confused, convoluted, like the emotions
rising from within
he gazes out from the porch
vision veiled through a teardrop mist
silence
stillness
too many days have dawned
bitter sweet like coffee,consumed
with a longing for company,
and only remembrances
of welcoming warmth,
soft flesh pressed into his body,
arms enfolding him,
holding promise and purpose
instead he is embraced by emptiness
the joints stiffen, but from age
not arousal,
now only an elusive spirit, devoid
of substance,
hollow and cold
he has a friend he wishes was more,
but that future seems lost to futility,
frustration for him, she loves another
he finds himself once again
the center of a paradox,
cruel joke, knowing he holds within
the sweetness sought by so many
the right heart in the wrong body
a soft chocolate center covered with carbuncles
where even the possibility of taste
cannot overcome appearance
he aches to be savored, swirled by a tongue
lost to pleasure, drip slowly down
become absorbed into another
appreciated for his unique offerings
admired for the complex qualities
time has blended and bound together
but his label has been lost
the gray dusting indicates only age
not quality, he has become pigeonholed
placed in an obscure corner
wondering if the next day
he will be discarded or discovered
uncorked or undone
in his heart, he hopes
when the end comes
it will be like this
calm
peaceful
with the sweet scent of magnolia blossoms
like those just beyond his reach
and the promise of early morning birdsong
welcoming him to a new beginning
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You have a fluency in your submissions that I admire, particularly when you can extend it as long as you do here with such clarity.
such a clear vision you paint. I loved this; felt drawn into him and pulled towards each new verse.