Shaded..

She walks apart of the shadowed milieu...
In seeking words from another..
Amongst scorching bristles and stealth
In an unkempt rendezvous...
With the Sun..

Many crept apart...
From a fallacy of amour..
Inside that pouting heart..
Which hoped and hopes still;
For rebukes and whims..
Which smudges away deletions..
And expressions...
She holds back.. away...aloof..
From the Parisian walkways..

Ode to Freudian Complexes..

Plucking out fantasies,
From the whorls of phantasmal delight,
She cremated,
Words and syllables of affliction,
With lurid lullabies
Of Imagination..

Figurines of fervent love,
Burnt in terse absurdness,
Of Mirth and Misgivings,
Swerved an old house,
To form softened scars..
In a whirlpool of Maim.

Holding tender shards,
Of trembling dunes..
And lofty breeze,
She emerged out,
Sprinkling droplets of Blankness;
And Indifference;
Shielding jaded beams,
On a Supine dawn..

Phantasm..

The old footprints hung by the bay..
Crawling over abrupt silence,
Streaming the remains,
Of a festered coast..
Where the shimmering brine,
Strolled in a broken cavalcade,
Over the waves..

The ocean-bound voices trembled;
In an expression of lunar ecstasy;
Lost in the transient daylight,
Evading the echoes of his breath..
That brushed,
The rouge on her cheeks..

Profane records..
Playing in her mind;
Of an unusual retreat,
Drawing a name..
In the sands of twilight beaches...
Or..
The stagnant air..
Of dawning Walkways..

The streets became a part of her sight;
Singing of Mirages;
Chirping of parables..
And fables..