Unlimited Knight-Time and Bleak’s-End Minutes
One buoyant call at the heartbreak of midday
Disrupted desolation’s hypnotic lullaby,
Placed a damned soul’s desperate plan on hold,
Whisked subterranean shadows away.
Through my iPhone his lush baritone
Throbbed past brown fuzz into my ear,
Shocked flatlined blues into brisk blips,
Breathed oxygen into triple sets of wasted lips.
Intoxicated with intravenous chordal bliss,
I wowed my alias in vowing not to be a stranger
If only my caller would delay the date
On which we shall reciprocate a fated eternal kiss.
Poem “Unlimited Knight Time and Bleak’s-End Minutes” © 2015 Chantale Rêve All Rights Reserved
Image by AliCe玥