Frangipani Laced Memories

Bated breath.

Expectations that hurt.

An exquisite headiness,

Unexplained,

Undeserved.

Every inch of skin,

Aroused,

Excited

The teasing and caressing

Of the intoxicating Frangipani,

Only an unwitting accomplice

To the greater schemes

The ruthless and clever mechanisations

Fate has practiced to perfection.

The same inky sky,

That familiar serenade

Raindrops have sung before;

The treacherous wet earth

So seasoned in causing

feverish frenzies.

Nostalgia.

The slow poison

Of past memories

swirling in the veins.

The bittersweet longing

Of the once carelessly disposed

Drug of ecstasy.

The longing

The burning desire;

Nay, the uncontrollable need

to be in those arms,

Oh! this bane

This cruel call of insanity.

Impossible!

My dream it is unattainable

You walked away

Long ago.

I might as well return.

I am sure

I'll soon I get used to

his otherness.

Till then

I will just have to bear

The slush, the muck

The mess 

tonight's shower of fantasies

will leave behind.