The Chameleon Part 2

The Chameleon Part 2

Choking muzzled
Through parched and thirsty throat
My lusty lips sip you.
You never drench my wilted roots,
but cold unflinching eyes
And odd austere look,
measure my need for dew.

I  praise you shrill with high hosannas,
Form hastily
My holiest psalms for you
But your love is thoughtless guarded
Alm
Calm and thrifty
It rings untrue.

In balmy summers, I hate to astonish
Constantly changing, neither to grow
Or nourish,
I admonish my loss of control
My affinities for passive grief.

Sinuous lupine, I rise
in moonbeam to release
My shiny lustrous lofty spring
silvery mercurial aquamarine
Even though grief is prettified
My poetic heart it petrifies.
I renounce what I cherish.

And so my chameleon cells I turn
Inside out
I singe and modify the song I sing
A soft semester of my culled out being
That no one but you had ever seen
And no one else will see again.

The holiest vows are abstinence
Mercy is joyous penitence
Not a hair upon your head
The holy gem of love I pluck instead.

Thrice invoke the living dead
Let them line up towards the bridge of Lethe
They never were ready, they never will be.
Blind liveried men marching marionettes
Under  blood curdling howls
A pale haunted moon they'll never see.

Oh chameleon nights of honey tinted rose
Amber guilt upsets all our tropes
My loss my love my grief my sin
Antanaclasis  shades the theme.

With a swish of flicking dragon tail
Cauda Draconis hide ye well!
The chameleons
Dart and lope between
The empty boughs of ashen
barren tree
Hiding stories, telling tales,
Turning rainbows into
Gaudy hells,
And stripping hell of its
tacky stripes
Strange how loss of fear
Births seed of life.

I emulate the lonely moon
In empty squalor of oily sea.
Squirting my bloody froth and jets of ink
That carry shredded bits of flesh off me
Pallid ghost my mother moon
I rock upon her knobbly knees
Who but she my tears see?

The elusive manna,
The holy bread of life
Of this one way lease
Release me please
Drink my foaming ruby red
Stroll on the amber road I roam
Forever drink my kool aid
Of Oz.

The slow to courage chameleon
Softly easy in malaise
We each pay in
Our own currencies
The Piper tempts us to betray
Ourselves with curses and purses,
With Promised lands of honeyed milk
Walking taller than shadowy
Judas Iscariot
We may our  souls
For silver release.

This attrition of our hard intent
Contrite dissolution in our
month of Lent
Is the going rate for peace,
Chequered vibrancy
Stolen capture,
Moonlight sonata
In the tortured breeze.

© Amrita Valan 2015