His Serendipity

She is the fire of his loins, the heir to every and all his serendipities
When she burns him in his sleep
And drowns him in a state of mind cryptic to society
The insomniac lover is dead to the world.

Ladies and gentlemen of the troubled jury,
Here is a dying man for the desire of youth
And here is the serendipitous dancer under the African skies
Frivolous to the beat of an aging man's heart
A slave to his meek cries

She is the fire of his loins, the heir to his calamities
See his plea to the convulsions that drive sanity to its end
And crescent waves after crescent waves,
Pounding judgments against his pale lifeless body
As he is embraced in an ocean of forbidden passion
While she dances beneath the stars of Virgo
And the jurors mockingly rejoice.