Destined to be mine,
this inclination,
such little time to rebound from the impact,
how short life appears,
adjust to your taste,
killing the image you once contained,
would this new one appease you?
tainted and delicate,
I must be awakening,
a peculiar yearning,
for something so eloquent and unfamiliar,
inviting, one hint of sweetness and i'll subsume,
incite me, starve my appetite as it swells,
once so solid, is now see through,
never confess, never define,
so close to implosion,
derived from deception.