Beyond the hope of fallow despair, you are resurrected from a forgotten prayer, a dream, and a moment of past life in an ocean of forgetfulness.
Your revival is my birth into a pedal of protection and warmth, blood red in plain sight.
A narrow figment that is a grain of a new reality I had never believed would come back to me; comfort me with your soft touch, bringing life once again to my lost worlds, my empty universes.
Let your potpourri of wild fragrances be the nuptials consumed for the race to my senses, tingling like shocks of sugar teasing the red tongue of my parched soulfulness.
Endeavor to make me think again, my frozen passion needs to be sparked from its long hibernation: cold winters in a steely vacuum have slowed my love reflexes.
Betrayals and lies have helped me to create the stone mask I wear to cover my tearful wounds.
A persistent dream that torments me as I awaken in the darkness of my room.
The warmth of your once subtle placidness vanished into a cruel and tormenting memory that has permeated my spirit like a mystery that grows as its distance increases.
A planted remnant that remains forever, even as I fade.
About the Author Chet Dembeck:
Chet is an award-winning print journalist who has covered technology, government, and the Pentagon for various news organizations in the Baltimore/Washington corridor for over a decade. Chet has completed stints as a reporter for the Washington Business Journal, the Federal Times, and the Baltimore Daily Record.
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Chet Dembeck
Chet is an award-winning print journalist who has covered technology, government, and the Pentagon for news organizations across the Baltimore/Washington corridor for decades. He also edited a healthcare newsletter.
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