A Lamentable Desire


Action, taken at a distance 
Back when such things were in play; 
Candy, flowers, evanescence -- 
Dalliance along the way -- 

Every day and night grew closer, 
Finally, the engine starts; 
Grand design and exploration, 
Hands and torsos without hearts 

Immature, but fully growing, 
Jokes and riddles, rhymes and puns, 
Kisses by the gates of heaven 
Lasting more than anyone's -- 

More and longer, yes and better: 
Navigation by the stars 
Over seas and undercurrents 
Past the blurring lights and bars 

Quick, across the city landscape. 
Running down the alleyways 
Sheltering in rain embraces 
Tension, then release with praise -- 

Ultimately, finding empty -- 
Varicose though they might be -- 
Wandering, and lost in sorrow, 
Xenia-fed ecstasy --  

Youth and pleasure, melting, falling; 
Zest and foolishness, their calling.

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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