Cauldron

Cauldron
written by Lobo Di Noccento
written on 6/25/2012
time poem was written was
6pm C.S.T.

Chewing on Bitters and waiting for the Cinnamon stick to carress your Palete.
Smoking a Clove and inhaling the halo of dreams that remind you of incense
which is wafting its way behind your eyeballs and lingering incesantly over your cortex.

Lightning bugs burn their chemical juices right before the thin pool of your eye's lens;
It reminds you of what it is to see spots swirling about while you are high as a kite
and the summer sun slowly sizzles away at your sweet, sweet flesh.

All this and you are listening to jazz jacketed marvels mixing emotional cocktails
as their hearts bleed for each note that suspends you like the exestential reveries
playing sublime all while lost in the black holes of time.

Swallowing whole the ecstasy of Sunset as each color is its own flavor.
Reds like Washington Apples, Mango and Mexican Chiles
Yellows Ranging from Tart Lemon to Bitter Baltic Amber
Oranges from Apricot and Peach to Florida Orange
Magentas and Purples from Wine to Grape to Plum

The Soft breeze nibbles at your ears
Like a lover slowly enticing and wooing you
into the slow roasting sweats of an enthralled passion.

The Sky changes from a soft azure to a light gray and the
clouds above you go from soft white to a silvery gray then
to a soft and hazy black; a Light drizzle glosses your skin
and then the water permeates your skin and soon the water
is carressing your memmories.

Then a warm rain is slowly and tantalyzingly pouring
over you each kiss of rain is softer then the next.

You dive into the lipid and livid pooled reflections
of your mind off of the spring board that is your frontal lobe.

You find in this pool a Cornacopic Plethora
of wishes, hopes, fears and lost and found loves.

You are Embraced, Embodied and Embroiled
In the bittersweet essences and turbulent
turmoiling that is all that makes you whom you are.

Now take a taste from your own Cauldron.