A Retrogression Confession

Her Lyricism , Coupled With Her Cynicism  
 
Made Her Hypnotic , Some Erotic Dichotomy  
 
Worldly Bound Yet Free , Melancholy In Her Destiny ,  
 
Like An Absinthe Hangover While Lying In Sweet Clover  
 
Sleepily Watching Blue Herons Fly Over , On Way To The Sea  
 
I Remembered Her Name As The Fog Of Forgetfulness  
 
Drifted Over The River And With A Shiver In The Mist  
 
I Retrogressed To A Kiss In My Memory , Languageliscious ,  
 
Delicious , Encapsulated With Her Mystery , Spoken In  
 
Unbroken Symphony , With Some Notes Of Insatiability  
 
Subtle Strains Of Insanity , Psycho Sexual Humanity ,  
 
And With Sweet Thoughts Of All That Wrought , Fell Into  
 
My Dreams Of Our Shared Profanities