Fate.
It's really all so simple.
It's really just sublime.
The richness of this soil skin
with all the palms of time.
*hold here and breathe, dear*
Slinking into
the wonder of a naked breath,
deep in the wetness of the chest.
Holes here to seep.
Holes here for seeds.
This skin the soil of early days,
last night, the sun's rays
create a net of possibility,
elasticity,
a wave fragility.
Oh, but now the plot is out of focus,
only the soul to see.
please
visualize the fire.
please
immortalize the fire.
please
un-quench your desire.
Go on now
and feel
the buried ire…
The seed...
Just lift
yourself from the mire…
*breathe deeply and sigh here*
Spread your naked neck
for your inner vampire.
Don't you see?
It's really all so simple,
the possession, it's divine.
A ring around
your bleeding heart;
a single touch, defined.
One drop of lust
sinking slowly into
the meaningless crush of luck.
