To A Lover, Aged

Somewhere beneath that chambered tangle of
Pulsing rhythm and arterial maze
Hides a stagnated soul yearning for love,
Shut away from flesh in an azure haze.
Trapped in a labyrinth of porous bone,
No escape from vulnerable shadow,
The fragile slip of soul shivers alone
As the chorus of heartbeat starts to slow.
Slicing through veins of varicose sorrow,
Parched skin echoes agonies of despair.
Shattered hearts shrink with each lonely morrow
Loveless marrow shreds until whittled bare.
Lost sweethearts swirl in cataract dreams
Waiting for death until love is redeemed.