Freed the Memory Cries
Drawn across the marble flesh,
sleek, smooth, and cold with passions lost,
The glimmering moonlit gems convey,
not but the quelched flames of emotion,
Lost amidst the velvet waves of pleasure,
the raven's cry sounds the coming doom,
The abandonment of morals, violation of conventions,
free of the ignominy, standing side by side,
In the halls of judgement together stood,
daring threats to siren's song,
Hedonistic convulutions bind the free souls,
held by sentiments yet to express,
Risen from the abysmal depths of solitude,
ruby red from life's creative process,
Marble reveals gossamer silk draped about,
and cold flame becomes volcanic eruptions of desire.
