Left For Dead

Reminiscing of the times
when the pen would dance with me
have a beautiful and illicit romance with me
Crave my fingers to hold her hard and sleek body
So close and comfortable in our outpours
Each letter trailing on the page
Like a silken strand of hair
Falling so perfectly into place
Upon a bed of pinstriped fibers

Looking back upon those sheets
I see where this affair has left its mark upon me
Searching for that eidolon of beauty,
That Muse that once would sing to me
I find only an echo in the lovely, supple bodies
of our Prose and Poetry

My eyes grace the curves of their words
My mouth rekindles their taste
The subtle heat that emanates as our fire fades
It is not her but I am far too cold to complain
Or refuse
So I must put these beauties to use
In the place of my Muse
While I eye their curves and savor their tastes
and remember my fingers upon her form
Tracing words and paths and patterns
Craving just a touch returned
From that high-and-mighty slattern

That Goddess Jezebel
Who turned and left me blind and searching
Across the empty landscapes of this artless Hell
How dare she desert me?
Her partner in the sacred dance of creation
Spilling fluids upon these sheets
Consummated
Procreation leaving me with an empty harem of our daughters,
Our lovely, Prose and Poetry

But I shall not go wanting
For they understand my haunting
Of these niches, folds and folders
And they too need a glance to live
So, as I search for you in them,
They will, once again,
Find life and live off these sheets
Freed from their bed-ridden Fate of fading
From our hearts and minds and memories
 
I take them in my hands and give them full attention
Finding myself in them
From concept to conception
10 or 20 at a time
Pushing deeper while I am trying
To remind myself of exactly where it is I felt you last

Heart-rate quickening
Starting over at the beginning
Almost swearing I could feel you again
Dilating eyes and heavy reading
As the fluid from my pen is
Once more forming works that bear repeating

Oh!
There you are, my love,
I remember
The heat from our deed
Kindling the taste of glowing embers
Rapt, writhing in this post-coital embrace
I see you helped me fill these pages
And I pull you all the closer
As warmth begins to fade into the fear
You will again abandon me here
With but another daughter
To pad my maddened, incestuous searches for your touch

My eidolon of beauty,
My ember of inspiration,
My Muse of malediction
My Queen of consternation

Not bleeding but bled
Not fleeting but fled
Not dying just dead
And you have left me here