End is come.
Can you yet recall it?
How, light years have since passed?
I embrace the prelude.
Lips dance over silky flesh.
Tongues trace glistening designs over fevered tissues.
Bodies electrified stimulate each other.
Sweat gems collide with furrowed linens.
Entwined forms tremble with release.
Figures from the infinite cycle collapse.
Darkness is complete.
Past!
Ending credits faded.
Colorless, empty pixels!
Last chorus sung.
Aluminum silence!
Farewells spoken.
Eulogies!
QUESTIONS:
Does the beginning matter?
Venturing forth into light:
Python sheds its leathery womb.
It matters: It was.
Hidden pirate booty:
Jewel cradled in sun warmed sands.
Memory like a tin sieve.
Flocks of songbirds:
Biologic urges guide.
Fearful of extirpation: Extinction.
Orcas sheath mates in mournful, intricate songs.
Fading sunlight glides over granite peaks.
Fog swirls into dusk-filled valleys.
Serpent gorges on a rodent in its snug burrow.
Mist drips from pine boughs.
Winds shake the saplings.
Lions sleep with their meal.
Nature has been satisfied.
My wretched mind still tastes that moment,
Like a hyena
As a ruby-throated hummingbird
Certainly the beginning matters.
Savors it,
Relives it,
Surrounds it.
I refuse to let it go;
It is all that is left;
Without it I will perish.
Without enough nectar
When dawn opens
Hasn't the energy to rise.
Any story must have a place to start.
Lacking that; all that remains is
