Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Seduction.

[It is the nature of desire not to be satisfied, and most humans live only for the gratification of it] Aristotle

Magical innocence of youth
slowly deteriorates with aged wisdom
Into an inevitable haunting desire
an ache for transcendence to
surpass the mundane monotony and
rise into the passion of complete unbridled freedom.

This spark of intimacy reflects
fiery embers from your eyes
Gazing towards the ominous pilgrimage
required to quench
the thirst of your parched soul.

Yet
you are seduced back
unhealed wounds from 
arrows of darkness.
Lies shoot disdain for this
quaint sentiment of a
Sacred Romance
and into the quasiredemptive busyness
called life.
You return
embracing what is your anesthetized heart

Only to find your indulgent attempts
at gratification fail.
Curiosities are never tamed
buy crystallized
Broken only by the step of faith
off the edge of the abyss