*defeated by victory
these cold eyes are no longer symmetry
grumbling falsettos from this stoic,"troubled teen"
(well adjusted adult/good credit scores)
YET THERE WAS NOTHING BUT WAR.
the four corners of the universe begged for more
it orgasimed out hatred,
and that lust ran like comfort over me
inside of her ovaries is a future I dream
threw meditation and various times of peace
on astral planes/in dimensions quite like these.
i see her blowing in the breeze
ever so delicately
my flower of the alley way...
the singular reason I breathe.
these ways we perceive
yet so enlightened
the things that we speak
tip toeing around each delicate syllable
still I beg
...and yes there are more words...
oh how I could write to you for centuries
amongst these bee stings
I speek geometrically
mouth full of blood
soul full of heat.