~~~ Felicity ~~~
~ A Soliloquy ~
Oh madness, woe madness! Why dost thou visiteth thee upon the dead of night? Why should’st mortals suffer the flummoxing indignities of your unwelcome duty? Must you assault, man’s blessed raptures with unholy, prescient visions of what could’st never transpire to be? Is it for thy demise you educate thee in your malfeasant ways with reminiscent torts of how I need her more than the air she breathes? Or mercilessly punish temerity, with reprisals from her loveliness? How the unaccountable wealth of those sparkling bijou, set into her mount of perfect visage, leap out in appeal, like twain bluebirds, coasting across the face of chalken cliffs at the southern-most precipice of Land’s End.
You cheat, with amorphous enigma…..how two physiques could be as close-moving lovers, riding a celestial meridian – sensuous, tectonic plates which quakest terra firma, if ever future’s design were to include two wanting hearts, sashaying ‘midst a blissful symphony. You conduct thy orchestra of beautiful destruction with retinue in ecstatic rhapsodies bornest from transgression; so reasonable are thee, in the ways of man – thy rhetoric appeals to every physical sense in timely tunes, so soothing, directing one to their daydreaming torpor, like the hint of poppies stroking a languid, reticent mind.
You are a horned tutor; so sensible seem your lessons.
“ She is unobtainable, yet unhappy ”, runs your line…..
“ Her comeliness formulates your desire for her explicit attentions ”, curves your hook…..
“ Waitest, though it be forever ‘till she blooms and becomes your very own “, weighs your sinker.
But I shall teach you what pure love means, as you bow your head and unceremoniously clasp thy hands over your ears. Pure devotedness can overcome physical desires when they cannot be met; pure love discloses that I will see’est more of her womanhood than you could ever dare hope to visualize. Our exclusive love, purer than a virgin flake of drifting, Arctic tumble, melting upon a polar bear cub’s whiskers, amongst the creamy alabaster of desert tundra, makes our hearts kiss every time we meet, as I flow into her and she into thee. My offering of purest adoration is refreshing honesty to her soul, like these words of thine own making.
“ Have you ever witnessed such a loving face, with lips so inviting, and eyes, oh so many times, those amorous stones of life which make you leap over ascending, summer dawns and catch her dreams on the way down?; eyes you could lose yourself inside of and dwell amongst for a thousand years? “, chides thee.
“ Well, dark, stygian minion of Narcissus, who seekest to befuddle the minds of mortality in maelstroms of ever-decreasing spiral. Your father ‘ Temptation ‘, squatted upon thy sturdy clavicle, long before you were ever conceived, so while you orate your lofty balderdash as you stand upon the shoulders of midgets, I’ll usher thee to sit down, put on thy bib, for I am about to feed you occlusion. “
“ One shall make it knownst to you, that thy horns wax larger than yours, and thy imaginations can tempt with even greater abandon than that which passes for your proffered enticement if I were partial to the enslavements which might bilbo the soul of man.
I behold the face which has becomest thy singular mother of poetry; her looking-glasses are the amulets that could coax ten-thousand men of persuasion to unforeseen quietus …lips are as the finest, refined olive oil, sweeter than fields of beet, which issue delicious phrase, softer than an infant’s belly-button fluff. One could’st feast upon her, and nothing else until the circle of time chooses to undo itself, to wit, end upon the finale of that capricious day when wintertide is gathered up by permanent day star, to be lost forever in colossal pockets of unending warmth.
But I care for her too much to upset her life; let that be thy charge to me. If she craves change, then changes she would make. May diabolo fly away with your impudence, for I shall never attack her sensibilities as violently as thou, because you will never understand how unique she is….like a radiant, undiscovered floret, rare and sumptuous, that has been given no permanent name, except the titled epithet I created for her, that eve, when I lovingly hid her within the deepest caverns of thy imperturbable, pulsating coffers of patient amity .