I was so in lust that purity and licentiousness intermingled. A strange concoction of guilt and a road never traveled. All the sweat but none of the auroras that surge inside of me. Her look was electric. It pulled my willing self nearer to the spot where I belonged.
Yet innocence challenged the moment, the soft refrain echoed like a chemical chimera waiting to devour it’s young prey. As she pulled me in she got me to a new place. I was the hunted man-child, every cougar’s tender morsel. I was like veal in a cage of happenstance hurling trinkets into the abyss.
The tide was high and the rush of the wind compounded the fury of that soft parade. Pushing past the lapping waves of crescendo, I was lost. Emotions tighter than a manic harp, playing it’s own mischievous chord like the grunts of an obese oboe in a band playing it’s own tunes.
Harmony and biology and the conquest of same, a boy victim without a name. Lost near a buoy my eyes glassed over and now I searched for a ship to pull me in. Proudly vanquished, I smiled. My story would change as I increased my wile. She is a battered gown, with icing reminders of a sweetness turned sour.
No, this is not a requiem but a mooring to few or many docks. The bright young adventurer did not want a curtain call for the young man had given his all.