Evocative

Windows of opportunity 

Posed the introduction

These nuances seemed to appear

When the fruit went sour

The gardens wore silk skin

With wombs of tarnishes 

Every time her eyes peeked

She reached a peak of solace

Understanding distance played its part

Never two stepping out of place

Dreaming of the capturing princess

That would violently crash

Destroying her walls
Slithering into her space

Feeling her depth

The equivalence of lusts prisms

The comrade to pushing loves limits

The air was stale amongst the crowds

Requesting reimbursement for advances 

All of the broken clocks chimed

Just as the real hide away

In mummified caskets

True love wasn’t dead

Fucking to the bass with bomb head

Someone remind her how she was mislead

Placing a finger of “sshh” against her lips

She always prayed for times like this

The guardian of her gates

Reprimanded with self pep talks

How is she to embark

When all the fish swim in the dark

Let’s call it a spade to end the game

Of blowing out wicks and smothered flames

Consistency was an expectation

Yet she still falls victim to temptation.