By Harem
Date: 24 February 2001
Nectar of Illusion
THE NECTAR OF ILLUSION
Illusions and deception filled the crevices of her despair.
Lies and manipulation flowed over and melted her loneliness.
False promises drown out the voices of sadness.
Faked feelings aroused fleeting thoughts of hope .
The words of meaningless sound were purchased.
Bought and held tightly in the grasp of a foolish heart..
Savored and tasted by the tongue of an infant soul.
Swallowed greedily through an inexprienced throat.
The aftermath of pain followed, as the poison was released.
Surging through the veins of the victims passionate mind.
The realization of the rancid thoughts which festered in time
Embarassed beyond the sores which become infected with pus.
Survival of an innocent child becomes the main concern.
Killing the infection of false hopes, and flagrant teasing.
Bathing in emolient soft lotions, to warm and ease the soreness.
Soaking in curative waters to kill the invading germs of trickery.
Further learning and higher levels of awareness ensued.
Lessons which only the experience of emotional lashings can teach.
When belief and trust has been whipped by broken glass tied to leather
straps.
The ever believing, naiive spirit soon dies and must be buried forever.
Replaced by the thorns of protection, hidden well, under soft velvet
touch.
As the rose smiles with the look of innocence regained.
The flower appears to be exposed and ready for future touching and
smelling.
And will be, through a false fragrance emitted in tender innocence.
The touching has become an illusion, going in a different direction.
A fabricated bud with soft petals, and sweet fragrance.
All an illusion so real, that even the bees are fooled.
As they seek the nectar and tender sweetness of her soul.
She enjoys the buzzing and tickle of the yellow jackets.
Their constant attention as they gently nudge her petals .
As they tease her into opening her petals wider.
For them to dip and slide within the velvet interior .
With words and false promises of forever,
Emanating caring thoughts, and manipulative lies,
Used like drugs, to relax the muscles of entrance to her soul.
To partake of her inner beauty , through deception.
Back and forth, back and forth, flitting and flirting around her.
All craving the same thing, with yearnings all encompassing.
Their little wings fluttering so fast, to give them access to their desire.
They become her amusement, as their roles are reversed.
Their cravings, their lust, their intense desire to enter, is now so
real.
While her silkened petals, are filled with the nectar of illusion.
She can touch without feeling, look without seeing, have without
wanting.
Desire becomes a movie that always has a happy ending.
Content to play in the jungle of safety, where nothing is real.
To watch the cobra leap forward with sharp fangs oozing with venom.
Knowing that her skin cannot be penetrated by the surging snakelike jaws.
Where the canine teeth of lions can no longer tear the flesh.
Reality has become a dream where even nightmares are laughed at.
Mortality of soul and mind have been overcome by sheer intelligence.
The mermaid has grown appendages to run, skip, and dance.
She can gallop through the forest of her desires, with no fear of falling.
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