Your graze is tough, your heart a lock,
a foul play
too ghoulish
fear
frontal and bare,
created with lust and solace.
Baritone and careless.
your grandness,
and best look,
Your dream a call,
too long, too felt,
emotion lost and calling.
you fear
it sir, you fear my existence
You’re a
fool, a fool.
You’re a fool with a questioned heart.