For my dear friend … Onyx Rose
My heart burns with the passion of a poet
writing verse of your sensual, erotic sexuality.
My freewill is an abstract brushstroke of an artist
painting an opulent, delicate flower.
My spirit speaks the words of my forefathers’
long journey searching for the legendary song.
My desire explores the unknown frontiers of emotion
freed by the love and lust of your piercing eyes.
My immortal soul traverses the infinite corridors of the Universe
searching for the path that will lead to the taste of those passionate lips.
I dare waste the one life I have to live.
Living can be the grandest gift … or the greatest tragedy.
‘Tis true … living life without you is a fate far worse
than facing my own inevitable end … for the end would be merciful.
To find the reason for my existence,
I’ve journeyed to faraway lands in search of such magical quality and grandeur.
I’ve endeavored a half-century in my pursuit of an elusive love
known throughout history as the exotic, intoxicating beauty … Onyx Rose.
