Cynosure of chance

Liquify coalesce
into dew a glistening
pool of what was you,

ripples extend inward
to your thumping drum,

tap dancing cerulean hiccups
into my wandering eye,

spitfire soulful whine
I dine on your tantalizing
pheromones.

Bombarding my
infantile mind,

seduction slays
innocence penetrating,

where wisdom once reigned
inverted horizons painted,

onyx hued only your light
may I succumb too.

Tears trickle
from dissident whispers,

embedded within holographic
cynosure's brevities
skip from Elysian kiss,

serenading quiet
stillness as it collapses
from an Angels shine,

all the time I have to die
within your harmonic
onslaught of beauty.

Parabolic serenity
traipse methodically,

across the rift of
solitude to embrace,

last chance before
reduction has
its final dance.