Monuments To The Damned

I hear no conviction or lust in your voice

Just the expression of bland choices and deliberation

There is no running black horse upon the beach anymore

Where is your poetry and flowing words of love?

There are no deep kisses, soft and wet

No torrid love affair at 12 am

Just flashes of ecstasy that appear like ghosts then dissolve

In the corridors of my mind

Stolen moments tossed in the trash

Recycled for effect

Now you come back for more

Defying my domain and right, whispering of dry emotion

As I hunger for depravity and epic perversion

Do not schedule my madness for me or squash my desire 

My journey continues with or without you

Perhaps silence is a fitting epitaph

To long nights making love with abandon in sequestered rooms

I embrace sensuality as I bid you farewell

In quiet solitude I will remember

What we lost to the tide

Within passing shadows I drown in yesterdays

Recalling what passion used to be

Alone in meaningless words

Unspoken

Monuments to the damned who have seen dreams pass and fade

Carried upon the winds of forever

To eternity.