the vine denuded

i reached out my hand and you took it
you of the shifting sond....you took it
and that contact felt true and all too real....

all those times and again
with the edge of a sensation blurred
amid a camouflage rubbed
with a lubricious artfulness
and manifold shadows darkened
to a charcoaled and furtive thought

but alas, all is erased
for that fear
that incoherent, undue funk
of a corruption too immediate
seems to always disturb the meddle

i felt you at the end, when we first met
a long grasping sigh for the bona fide
the synapsis joined
entwined and mired
the shocks felt so to and a fro
in a frenzy
as lush and fearful as hope

but we ran....
for different reasons that time
one to a dream
the other
as far as reality would sanction
the time not current
not ready
no vow

then came sanity in all it's precision
a march to this drum, a trim to the rift
let me check your cadence
or you can't be let through
and you really must release the past
for if you can not remember....then it never hurt
but one can only parade for so long a distance
and then time itself begins to slip the rigs

and lo....words
as lush and intricate
as the flow of life in our veins
appeared out of a spewing mist of chatter
arising through the chaffe
to buoy up my muse
that had been entangled in frivolity
for aeons
that lexicon, that utterance amiss
those dark and crooked knurls
they touched a knit
so deep within my pith
that will never know it's fit
....de novo

and plaited all throughout the opera
a distaffish vibe could be felt
was that you, or you
and why did you foster this reverence?
i sometimes faltered
with the eddys round the torque
for you were the counterpoint
and at all times appended
to your narcissistic joint

so now
where does this road scent?
i follow as i am led
for i am, if nothing else
your loving and worthy
infernal associate