incubus 3

leo nights
are here again
killing me
with the violent winds
of burnt passion
and steeled emotion.

i fear
the rustling of grass
under my feet
the touch of rain
upon my face
the gentle stroke
of lustful fingers
against my skin.

would i surrender
my virgin heart
chastened by pasts
long lost among the shadows
of time?
should i stop trying
to save the sunlight
knowing there's no tomorrow
in the uncertain mists
of now?

being least and last
is such a terrible feeling.

the rainbow is pale
amid a hysterical sun
as i watch in quiet abandon
the changing of hues
for the answer
that wouldn't come.