A Deep Purple Matrix Amidst and athwart a desperately pervasive, ubiquitous condition of loneliness, Suddenly, propitiously appeared a dab of rich, dark chocolate, Stimulating and rejuvenating an ancient, sated appetite, Suppressed and depressed by a comprehensive and complete alienation. Igniting a sweet, lingering, long lasting, bountiful essence, On the parched tongue of a strange quixotic wintertime child, Engendered in a steamy far removed philosophically distant tropical clime. An extremely gentle, sensuous, sensual, insidious nudge, An exquisitely tender and poignantly subtle reminder, That voluptuous and sybaritic affection Continue to be wholly accessible and that the panacea of true love, Remains a distinct realistic omnipresent serendipity. A proffered hug an unsought paltry reward and oblation For the emotionally wealthy and well adjusted personality. But for one starving to inevitable certain extinction, From the lack of immediate tangible meaningful human contact, A warm friendly casual embrace, Becomes so much more than the intended empty, polite gesture. The alchemy of extended deprivation and need the catalyst That transforms this into a fertile, deep purple matrix, An agitator, activator, and augury of hope, Eliciting the renewal and recommitment to obdurate perseverance and endurance. William Edwin Virtue
Posted on: Tue, 11 Jun 2013 15:32:13 +0000
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