Basking in Love's Afterglow

Cherry

By a102866

Wed, 30 Oct 2013
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As the sunglint from your eyes slowly fades
Your fawning glare no longer encases
Yet, each, dark, solar flare my vision still bades

From your lurid lens, desire no more enfilades,
but in the receding shadows are stardust traces
As the sunglint from your eyes slowly fades

Token rays are but twilight charades
Formal streams but reflect your social graces
Yet, each, dark, solar flare my vision still bades

Your noonday glare my remaining utility degrades
At night, your alter ego, pale moonbeams, my libido erases
As the sunglint from your eyes slowly fades

In your, deviant strobes, another's nova parades,
but the dilated streams my insight effaces
As each, dark, solar flare my vision still bades

In my dreams, your searching floodlight pervades
By day, a fantasy of your eye's warm glow embraces
As the sunglint from your eyes slowly fades
And each, dark, solar flare my vision still bades

Certificate PG
Poem
Love

Comments

Submitted by Art of the Diver on

Nicely done  yes

Submitted by scratch on

I like it too.  Would you mind carrifying which of either of the two definitions of 'enfilades' you intend?  I suspect it is the one that alludes to warfare rather than architecture although both somehow work.

 

Submitted by a102866 on

Thanks Art of the Diver and scratch for your kind comments. Scratch, I was using "enfilades" in the military sense. The lens is the sun/eyes of the wife that no longer sprays appealing beams across her husband's line of view.

Submitted by scratch on

Ah, as I thought but thanks for the clarification.

 

Submitted by paxxick on

I like your vocabulary, and the alliteration -"lurid lens". But I didn't get the sense of much basking in the afterglow, the poem is quite tense and angry I thought.

Submitted by a102866 on

Thanks paxxick for commenting. The jilted husband no longer draws a glint from his wife's eyes, yet he revels in the glare that emanates from the flares that she sends his way. He basks in the afterglow of her once fawning beams. The flares create a dark glare that on which the infatuated, but scorned, husband clings. Thanks for your close reading, paxxick.