I am happy now, as the wolf crosses a
Path less trodden; a path less worn.
The withering of a cleavage
Busted, a flat solid skin screaming for
Touch. I touch and I care as I touch
Her, the one with a heart. Under or
Without matters not, I care but I
Tell not. Cannot. Dare not. Share
What my heart wants, between the
Sheets I dream, of her. You, not
Aware of this yet dreaming. Embrace
Me, call me the fool, I will comply, I
Will accept my roots and the promise โTo be yours.
I let my fingers walk down your
Perfectly shaped back, a meandering
Between the essence of grace and
The seven of eight.My ex poured the venom, I embraced
Her honest honing, her breaking of
Necks; and skilled fever reluctance.I love her. She, the unknowing
Participant in the feeble boyโs
Dreaming. I laugh at Alice, the wolf
I crave. I embrace her unwilling
Honesty.I undress her. Armless. Blind. In
Love. Loving kind. A kindling
Dry.
I kissed the screen, the window to
The world, in appreciation. Your
Love, a quick response to a writing
Mattered, to a loving
Scattered
Across the inter-web.Who you are matter less than
The love you shared. My thanks
To you I give, thanks I give to
You a stranger. The Who and
Unwrapped dreams,The dreams; the dreams of Time,
the clock ticks, as my heart beams
For the chaos
I relate to your darkness,
The folding of the empress
Into the moot; the moth &
The light gone dark, darkening;
Darjeeling sips,
Painted lips,
The Base Bouncing Beats,
The Base,
The Face,
The Billie
Ey
Lish,
Frowning:Delish
Please put the future on repeat,
On retreat, in the shadows of a
Day like this day, of a bouncing
Merry; by treat and mistreat of
A walking stick dubbed Mary; oh
those feet I cherised.I walk, I wobble, I called you out.
The sisters and the painted veil;
Disengaged. Heathen, indeed on
Paved and littered roads, of paths
From paradise fallen.Show yourself, show your features
And the rampant rage; the rape
Untold, the butter melting between
The sheets; between the tweets &
The mournings.Please put the future on repeat,
I hate to say I told you otherwise,
I hate to play your unwashed
Fold. I walk into the future you
Foretold: paradise lost &Lonely.
