I Can't Have Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Michael's heart is erupting in his flesh and his tears are flooding his thoughts.

The Rock of Gibraltar crushed his emotions as Michelle withdrew her allegiance.

She dismantled his walk of life with her words of jagged edges.

He caressed his pain with her emptiness of dark shadows.

Eyes of delight have become canvases of clouds filled with terrains of hopelessness.

Michelle explored dimensions of latter day nights that consumed her flesh.

The fires of his desires are now temperatures of frozen eyes contemplating expiring lives.

Crossroads of unfiltered words has collapsed Michael's mind.

Temptations of burning graves challenged his emotions for security.

The scent of Michelle's enticing persuasions lifted him to her shores of nights unoccupied.

Tasting her flames of lava flowing in his dreams he succumbs to nothing.

Intoxicated with Michelle's body breathing on his mind he encounters his demons.

Bone of his bones and flesh of his flesh Michael prepares her grave.

Encourage with disdain acts of corrections he summons darkness.

Clothed with majestic thoughts of if I can't have her the earth will.

Written by Theodore Mosley
October 30,2018