are we beyond the intoxicating blues?

that last bit of fragrance
lingering in your mouth..
a burnt out stubb
for some a turnoff?
mmm.. it lingers on lingers on
arousing the senses.. with the flake of gold
or was it a cut beyond description
and more importantly beyond tolerance...
damn it .. it lingers on linger on
that fear of touch ..
hoping it wont go beyond acceptance..
slittering towards acceptance
crawling in an embrace...
wait that hangover is still there..
the rottenness ..
i desire to accept
but the mind desires to withdraw
cant use the uselessness

cant accept the pleasure
its going rotten
its going away
its fading beyond reach
its empowering the past rendezvous
i try to acknowledge
i try to forgive
i try to enchant
yet the power kills the bait
the nutshell is vanishing
but the forgetness isnt
the hankering .. i worship
that what makes it magical
but at the same time deadly
it reaches out clasp
more like thorns
rather than the invigorating petals
beyond the
the intoxicating blues...
i seek
to fulfill and complete that drug there
heck its lost its purity
more importantly its depth
promise wont thread it
hopes wont glue
its the blues.. they need to show their loyalty
to complete the serpant's dance......................................