All at once I‘m hurled to
the other side of the throb.
Overabundance seeped away,
and overindulgence ruptured.
Elation yielded to the morning after.
This temper of perpetual sundays
coffered me in a limbo of sobriety
where abandonment is pervasive.
I still remember the guarding dark,
in its embrace I used to close
my eyes and confide to the charm
of the night poised from fascination.
Where once I undammed my lust,
fell for the frenzy to release
all inhibition until dawn.