We
drink for merriment, or more the Spirit, drifting dimensions.
I
love you unto fracture, a young psych, flipping an orb. We
channel
like love, to swig a light, fully my life. You’re a source,
a
force of voltage, to swim our rain. I tripped a wire, a batter to
bat,
ever to fall short. There’s a lemon, as sour as pain, filled
with
jubilee. We cry a storm, to flare cabanas, lost to love. I
see
a human, with a ghostly task, probing my nights. Something
plagues,
to scar a mind, streaming through Lana. We feel for
voids,
an altar floating, afraid of goats. I come to you, a broken
shell,
afflicted deeply; but what for pain, our years of grief, to
trek
a desert. Life is candles, a need to replace, and true for love.
I
speak of flickers, a must rebuild, to rejuvenate love. My
precious
swan, a page elusive, athirst for glory. I pass to mercy,
to
glow for furry, inflamed by a psych. Oh for horror, the thief
of
nights, to probe a calm. Its friction gray, to flood a fever,
addicted
come lust; and more for passion, a slanted lot,
compelled
beyond nature. I give you love, a sense of soul, to
pierce
a heart; for life is tore, a subtle core, and big eyed driven.
