Utopia flavours a strange sound
under the midnight bells
Irony flavours the unbound
and here my longing spells

My healthy heart
beats the heaviness
the echo of my emptiness

Long ago I mixed flavours of spice
Thinking it would suffice
to bathe in the divine
and skip the passing of time

My soul feverish
in splendour
for the taste of wild odours

In abandonment, I touched
life’s passion
with no reason to censor
the fullness of my vigour

My head vibrates
in private
when conversation is loose
and unfolds keys of truce

A promised idea
of human spectacles
everyday it might be
a desired future before it settles

My look pierces
into futilities
for a better look at my pieces

A word takes new directions
at a time of new fiction
or love befalls without resistance
and I learn another dance

My mouth guesses your name
the one that will attain my bottom
before I turn insane

Veroflame August 17th 2006
Copyright ©2006 Johanne Farmer