Another September

the conception of beauty is synonymous with rain storming in her eyes…
and I want to take the pleasure of her pressure away.
regret swells within her bosom, like cumulus clouds on long, sweltering days,
graying the blue in her lifetime of skies.
her opaque dreams crash torrential tomorrows,
she is unable to see the promise of today .
she, timid in forgiveness, wears anguish like her favorite fragrant;
voraciously ravenous to some, implausible in mine.
the maliciousness of love continues to plague her soul,
and I simply want to guide her toward the rapture
of adoration and love that lies,
just outside the window of her
graying blue skies..

kdtaylor, 2008
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