Just For You Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

Mmmm... Your bosom and I are one,
I can hear a cats purr rise stiffly through your abdomen,
Muffled by belly fat,
Tucked under your belt.

Strange how one begs to soften indifference,
To wash penance to a faulted sea,
To lay ones cheekbone on ice,
Where birth howls intensively.

And so I go with thee,
To a land inhabited by delusion,
Cantered to abysmal nebula,
Eloquently scenic in color.

It is a place of twisted faiths,
To contemplate inner sanctions,
To hold appeasement at bay and anarchy as a savior god.

Does a sinner don a saintly garb to justify a hurtled discipline?
Or does one relent to stardom
on a plateau of dysfunctional stars.

Believe the impossible,
Whilst envy disciplines your courteous heart,
Bare your chest to pilfered sunlight,
And orchestrate a dance of withered leaves.

For wind is your foe,
That speaks truth,
With iron fists that emancipate,
A child's dream caged at fall,
Left unabridged to swell alone.

But I will liberate your mercurial touch,
That burns incisively tonight,
A cankerous negro cross,
Stripped from a taper sacristy,
Reminding us of that red summer.

Let's glow together,
Herald songs of fiefdom,
For paradigms twig together,
While cantorial elms menstruate,
Enlightened in rumpus thought.

Now I ask myself how many fires have exhumed your kiss,
How many skeletons have you shed to freedom,
Let their pale bones grow strong,
Testament to vestigial character.

Today I am alone no more,
For your beauty has descended,
To vest my eyes in leisure,
Parodical sense of illusion.

For every gleam will fade to darkness,
Beneath a radiant sun,
For all creatures nurture sleep,
To warden ones desirous soul.

Only then will pacifism roam,
Free as effervescent foam,
Lay its crest on a beachhead,
To liberate my crown of resistance.