Fiery white, Pure red

A hundred beads of cold sweat,
The regular hot flush of my face,
the long concluding sigh
as if releasing a long held storm.
An eyebrow displaced
In search of true intent,
Amidst the kitsch and the uneasy air.

An explosion in my veins,
A question in my brain,
A whisper piercing my soul,
An addictive nothingness between my thighs
The faint incessant screams of burning loins.

Thoughts as dark as chardonnay
Humor as black as tragedy
Reason as vague as concept
The constant loneliness,
no despair, no revelations,
just absolute loneliness.

Why do you name it?
Why define the atom?
Any guarantee
that an atom is one forever?
Definition is the frailty.
Ambit is the universal vice.
The very reason for my frivolity.

Wandering with the devil from the
leaf of love in my life's book,
"'It's wrong!"I say, kneeling down.
"Hedonism knows no rights and wrongs.",
retorts the devil with a purple smirk.

Teeth draw blood from lower lips,
Hands press the temples
wanting to give in.
Tresses are the heaviest burden.
Breath sounds create a violent symphony
Eyes shut tight,
The smudged Kohl beseeching the devil
for the time to change but
the moment to stay.
The perfectly flawed naked soul of my soul,
wanting to breakaway.