all the fun was in the pursuit

now let us regroup and think on it

could only be so magical for a moment

the sparkle and shine dulled the more time was spent

all the feverish light-headedness

so intoxicating the bliss

yet we surely flow amiss

and alas

we are left with this

Brings to life my rotten core

Devours my marble stature

Leaves me yearning

Wanting more

Such a delicacy for me to indulge

and I implore..

“Would I be a heathen, to ask for more.. and more.. and more?”

The anticipation has me  knocking at deaths door!