Awoken: Ideals to Disillusion

 

A night of heated conversation --
without consummation.
Flames of desire stoked
With the sweetness of her soul,
Without a kiss exchanged.
 

His body flies back to LA,
but his thoughts linger in Chicago.
She had taken him . . . off guard.
Fleeting phone talks taunt him.
Her mystique and intrigue intoxicate:
Ice princess smoldering in the heat of summer solstice.
 

Two weeks later a plane ticket purchased --
The price of idealism --
And he returns to her temple.
Party like rock stars,
Love like porn stars --
 

Wake up, Wake up.
He won't or has.
The fantasy punctured.
Crash and see the human being.
Once inside, the glory fades,
From goddess to godless.
His heart crushed by the weight of his body astride hers.

 

Amber May
Class of 2011