Lament                                                                                                                                                                 Ashley Lang

Searching, perpetually, for the tender tone of sensations

That you kept bottled inside so long

Pressure building like shaken carbonated confections

Pressure that swells you

You, yourself, within a broken body

Feeling the fractures of factious fantasies

Ones that haunt like dreaded frost-bitten nights

Alone on a great plane of glaciers

Jagged ice crystals pierce

The folds of the flesh of your frivolous heart    

Feeling once again pain of

Persuasions by your puckered lips

Luscious lips that lament my lust