Thine Lovers Restless Taste

"The Lovers Taste in a Restless Place"
by Sebastciaun

The illustrious plight in turning in thine own mind,
The seductress with her own vision in sight.
The seduction is thine own fall to thine own hell.
The reduction to matter of mind to thine own mass.
The suction of thine own beauty to thine own appeal,
The lovers lie and the loveless eye how do I feel?

The words that succumb to incoherent verbosity,
The players folly for judging thine own curiosity,
The ambiguity in nothing but in something finding a massive atrocity.
The teachings without fit for thine sight,
 a teacher with less minding plight,
No where shall I circle the world and kiss thine moon for thy love in my never ending daze.
How could I paint this mural of pain for thy love to see that fiction is stranger than this?

Shall I paint a poem for thy beauty upon thy face?
Shall I pain a poem from thine own heart?
Shall I bear a cross for heirs to gold's blame?
Shall I bear a loss for thine own absolving sanctity?
Shall I ever know what thy heart beats without thy love in my lover's divine?

Shalt I not walk the ends of thine own world to blissfully be in thine own place?
Shalt I not stumble with words for thy beauty is surpassed by thy mind?
Shalt I not be at peace till that peace from thy love ever crosses my endless taste?
Shalt I not be at ease for thy is mine own dream, for thy is mine own life?
How to pass this curse that was a blessing for thine own times to be had?

Even in nothing, this nothing we carry I shall sit in this solace place.  This solitude of confinement.
Dreaming, Hoping, Loving, Living and Breathing!
For tomorrow is that day I wake and hope that you love thine own taste for my lovers restless place where I find taste.


Love;

Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus