42. The Map of Lost Desires

Lust is the map of our unfilled desires.
Past love: the collective altar of unstoked fires.

Each maiden a pithy offering
to the burning loin’s pyre.
Stepping stones on the path
through a deeper quagmire.

Each night bears her wicked treats:
Mammon’s stench stokes her fervent pleas.
A still-lingering touch sets those senses alight.
As our twisting flames quench alien delights.

As darkness turns us to searing naked ore,
Into our bronzed casts, flows molten pleasure.
Wicked nights transmute to unwelcome dawns,
As heathen bodies celebrate a parabolic pause.

Love’s twilight rages in these scattered streams:
Tangled webs beneath those subterranean sheets.
As we stare into tunnelled sunbeams,
Amber flames meld her silver-lined dreams.

Lust is the map of our unfilled desires.
Past love: the collective altar of unstoked fires.
Love is the map of our spent desires.
Pure lust: the collective path of raging fires.