Thursday, March 23, 2023

Looking At You Hurts

 

A man will fantasize/ looking into what isn’t possessed/ desiring aesthetic/ picturing womb, welt, and wreckage/

I can’t fall excitedly/ more courage to possess her/ floating as souls crumble/

So remarkable to have passion/ love controlling the helm/ fretting innocence/

Escalating intensity/ hearts chasing rum/ mercy is the curse/ if tapping its dance/ thumping its drums/ face to skies/ pain to arc/

I can’t fall excitedly/ not anymore/ so many roadblocks/ too much to run from/

I must fall enlove/ I must feel innocence/ with souls culminating for control/

Interior rivers/ bowels of diamonds/ never asked to have feelings/ never felt where it loses its gates/ fire in heavens, celestial appetites/ looking at you hurts/

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