The Prisoners

Phantasmagoric feelings,
Fading in and out of fantasy.
Superfluous signals,
Sent so that all can see.
While we watch;
Whittling wistfully the waning days of summer.
Draining dastardly
To the dashing beat of some hidden drummer.
Opportunities offered,
Only to be obliviously thought otoise.
Valiently vivacious;
Every thought of virility, vereified by your voice.
Tantalizing tranquility,
Tempted by the translucent traps.
Luxurious love;
Lost at the lasting summer's lapse.