I am Clyde

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

I was.

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.

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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.