Wicked Ways of Wishfulness

The wake of acceptance

Image by Two Dreamers.

Color me intrigued, where in the world?
did you come from…
best believe it’s my fate, a fluxion occult
confluence of celandine days “liaising”
with loveless noumenon nirvana nights
yet there’s something prodigious
about the way you parade, the way you
walk right up to my flaxen face
with vigor
so focused, so forewarned, so familiar?
bidden to no curse or cause
I can see your foible future in shades of
mimosa mercuriality, you’re an enigma
bold, brazen, binding,
breeeeeeeeeath-TAKING

The wanderlust, that’s what I crave most
purgatory can wait
conclave sins shine like chamois, saffron
shaman of the finest champagne, charm
bubbling, boiling, toiling
coalescing around your surrounding sip
what an eldritch ego you have (!)
cunning yet cumbersome
canary song
SO, my blond charmed bondservant, HA
name your one wish, release from some
pale ¿existence¿ as a vassal?
No, cede me
more than an ochre hex for deliverance
you’re divine, and now you’re mine

Faithlessness begets brassy fanaticism
heretics come and cower, yet you differ
sUn-KiSsEd gOlDeN bOy
let’s skip the tryst trials, I’ll SQUEEZE you
dry like the licentious lemon you truly are
yellow yins and yangs of
MY nostalgic necromantic hunger pangs
romantic remembrance, honeyed illusion
I remember now??!!
It’s not about your wish, it never
<WAS> you aren’t <REAL>
a total recall of reincarnation, of saffron
suffering, lost to time, tragedy, so tristful
beige tears well in my amber eyes, I wish

YOU
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ WERE
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ HERE.

HAIKU:
Coping conundrum
Reality betrays mourning
Wishful dreaming day

Image by Two Dreamers.

© Edward Swafford 2025

This poem is fun, fruity, and unassuming on the surface. I’ve woven multiple shades of yellow throughout to emphasize a sense of playfulness…

So, claw away at the citrine coating of copium, because this fever dream of a poem elicits the camouflaged trauma of losing a partner to suicide.