I am Clyde.
I need you.
I confer with you my Clyde
Disillusion in my distemper
I lay lazy by your side
Pleasures past I still remember.
I sense you.
Fragrance clear as your falsetto
Odour sweet from an orchid flower
Timeless temptress I am besotted
Disinterred my soul you devour.
I hear you
Musical tunes a mysterious song
I relish the resonance and harmony
Oratorio orchesis flowing along
Whimsical waters dance the melody.
I drink you.
I slip and slide into your mist
I grip and grasp for air
Racing pulse and pounding fist.
Screaming alive in my aphonia
I feel you.
Driven deep over worn cliffs
Enchanted silence warm embrace
Drowning in orgasmic bliss
Spiritual essence of milky lace
Flotsam flirting amongst the rocks
Thrown and torn my human waste
Morticians work the mourners’ corpse
To bury somewhere, in a pointless place.
I am you.
Sagacious spirits we are entwined
Now nature’s eternal souls
So I am you,
I am Clyde.
Aphonia: Loss of voice from hysteria.
Omniety: The condition of being all.
Oratorio: A story set to music, with soloists, chorus and full orchestra.
Orchesis: Art of dancing or rhythmical movement.
Sagacious: Keen in perception or thought. Wise.