Wandering (A Poem)

Wandering 

I meet her on a sunday morning singing in the street

Not wanting money, only for everyone to dance 

And thats where I tell my story of casual romance

A week in which arbitrary chance made me complete 

Her name is inconsequential her body even more so

Her mind though was sharp and quirkily seductive 

Filled with dreams of destructive reconstruction 

Her face was dark, her eyes hinted she read Poe 

She grabbed my hand in passing and asked 

"why do you fail to dance when you are so sad?"

She could see eyes darkly masked and clad 

My hand fingering a cold silver metal flask 

The answer was outside of my woven gaze 

"I can't say. I can only say I fail to internally stir"

I lifted my eyes and finally looked upon her 

I saw a fellow human-being lost and out to stray 

The world moved reverently, blurred, counter 

Dark hair, marble skin, war like curves flowing 

Frost like reality pausing before a land snowing 

It was meant to fall apart, she was going to flounder 

Hedonistically inclined we fought passionately 

We wanted to feel everything that could be felt 

We both wanted the other to experience the belt 

Time was too short, we always fucked frantically 

Today was tomorrow, yesterday was tomorrow 

We cared not for the conceptuality of bright time 

Than she changed, took scissors to her souls twine 

Despite what they say it was never a great dishonour 

A smile devoid of pride filled with scarce beauty 

Hand grasping a cigarette between white knuckles

One evening we walked into the dim downtown chapel 

Her feet scaling the stairs to the top ever so smoothly

Standing upon the infinite ledge above someones saviour 

She screamed, cried and withered within her mourning self

No one knew what laid within, how she would forever delve

I too am guilty of incredible and unforgivable misbehaviour 

What ever killed her inside is what I loved most of all 

Fractured and distorted, she was everything I wanted to be

Once a proud building of stature, now humble debris

Filled with something more than dull and cold ethanol

I wanted to break inside her, and study the cracks 

I needed to study her mind as I did with her shivering body 

Both of us encompassed by impersonate Melancholy 

I had to understand her before she finally collapsed 

A train wreck example of the human condition as I imagined 

She paralleled my existence as I hers for a feverish week 

I learned who she was, I though never divulged my historique

She didn't need to know that I was beyond advancement 

Than we parted after a time of internal and external destruction 

We both died that day, though not in the physical sense 

No one needs the lord to live a life filled with absolute pretence 

I hope you understand that there is no true human malfunction 

Only beautiful repercussions