Sloth

And there she hid-
An anomalous recluse;
Abstruse, abstract...
An absolution.

The tranquil diffusion
Of curving membranes
Marble beds- cold,
And nacre stratum;

The scarlet smoke
And healing twilight,
The sanctity of his arms-
and trembling warm breath

His whispering voice
The cyan quivers-
The gold horizon...
-just in reach;

But a circuitous shriek
And writhing spiral, leading,
to the concrete explosion-
Of naked reality.

A Monday-morning blue
And the shivering alarm clock;
The angry stroke, of a gangling arm-
An evasion-

His embrace-
Her superficial truth,
The illusion of happiness-
Dearest;

And a quiet return, to sin,
To sloth.