Noxious
By: Juki

Like a wash of desert frost across timeless sun-blanched years,
Or the gentle protest of a sliver of diamond in ebon hair.
Perhaps the breath of an ancient God inevitable in the limitless plane,
Even the singe of a wash of fire to awaken what is dormant.

As the weight of autumn density and her solemn Midas tears,
Or a regal mountain eroded to sandy lairs.
Maybe an agnostic thought seeping through victory's wane,
Yet the tepid creasing of a heart's abandonment.

Phenomena to describe what one cannot hear,
Something worthwhile to quell what is unfair.
Anything to reach for that forbidden fain,
To illustrate my noxious obsession of your entrapment.