let love unmix me,
let it wash me, so serious dripping panic. in your white dress, we don’t hassle,
we make miracles. over lemons, as worshipping Christ, trying so hard—much temptation,
eyes opened, while glowing Illuminati.
they couldn’t see
us, couldn’t hear us, playing a lonely viola; bass in brains, guts as gore,
assuming anxieties. a piece of passion, a necklace your name, a battle to war fears.
long at survival.
uncouth those years. society has tamed us.
a child, like living, so much
beautiful sin, bride-maids looking like Vogue. so terrible, so horrific,
made to undie at wings—suffering grace, asking lumination, so much lime green
behaviors. a problem in us, to undress in us, so creative—we challenge extraordinary.
intimate sinners, eating
transgression, forgiveness is getting lazy.
never met like we touch,
a second to redial emotions—some vortex, some haven, let Mary be good!
gnawing upon essence,
born to balance, so broken, it feels pains to love so harshly. beautiful brown
eyes, longer pressed mane, so untamed at moments: screaming, biting, floored,
as investing in terrors!
losing age, caged in
rages, anxious to design, art is heavy. trying to hold eternity, debating
facts, featured as one immortal. so much ash, much put into us, like tomorrow
means nothing. framed or croaking, carried in a casket, I wake up for you!
