the discounted apparitions of a mingling sun

Gurgling in the fens of hedonism, for a moment, the dripping stars
Seemed to be butter, churning around a nebula of ecstasy--falling
Deeper than before, through the discounted apparitions of a mingling sun,
Shinning brightly for just one instant before the light fell behind the ocean waves, and the sighs of the nymphs of the ages seemed to be from poisoned
Tongues.

Her hands were like fettered claws, scratching my palms with odious conceit, with the pomp of a circuitous mumble conveying a purpose
For us to sit in the attic of desire for one last hour before losing our
Breath to the feeling of cold air through the room overtaking the
Sounds of her voice beckoning for the return of form, for the
Mournful ways I’d used to hold so close to my heart, but now,
Only waking up in a shaking panic, emaciated, craving nothing
But the silence of inactivity, and the roaring impingement of human
Existence.