Absquatulate

The way you never  
gathered
me into your arms  
after violating  
my body  
was like  
being bathed  
in the  
shadows  
of your light  
as we conflated  
like a fresh  
wreath  
of  
flowers  
that were made  
to adorn our  
frames  
as our scent  
infused our senses  
whilst noting the  
unfaded written  
written once  
upon a time  
when the hues  
ran deep  
in a rich ochre  
redolence  
as we blossomed  
from the bud  
that was wrapped  
tightly upon our blank canvas  
and I forgot  
to stop  
and  
smell the roses  
on the way  
home  
knowing I won't  
make the same  
mistake twice  
as my words  
will embrace the  
uncertainty  
with enlightened  
possibility as we  
wax and wane  
cyclically  
like the moon  
whilst holding on  
because I never  
said goodbye  
as we drifted  
apart
and the  
memory
of you  
crucified me  
and  
still  
I kneel upon  
your altar  
as if I  
embody
the essence  
of
desideratum.