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Cellar D'or Apr 2015
Let our division
Cohere by vision
By the addition
Of my incision
Into your provision
Starting a rhythm
Leading soft attrition
Against our intuition
Of intruding contrition
And letting go...

Of our inhibitions.
Cellar D'or Apr 2015
I was born alone into insignificance to end with the pity of few, yet I seek consolation of my passing protruded beyond the universe from you.
Cellar D'or Apr 2015
A weathered stone across the ancient waters
Encapsulates my movement of the ages
Upon your pristine alabaster coveted
Flesh with each node of desired
Want stimulated with fired
Hearts pumping lust
Of hormones to
Tell me you
Want to
Have
Me.

Right now.
Cellar D'or Apr 2015
Crescent of dulled gold
Sifting beneath a golemed sky,
Where darkened heavens faded in time
I found my sanctum in your eyes.
Glistening shades of earth I extol
The deepest oceans I find,
Opened coastline of our hearts
In your happiness, I have found mine.
Your heart wounds and a head cold
I tried to mend one after the other,
Wind swept away screams of the past
And left us our love for each other.
Cellar D'or Mar 2015
Beckoned from the highest of spires,
Lavished in pristine ****** halls
Defiled with exotic vestige from crusades ago
Of the noblest Kings virtuous to themselves,
Came the greed of a fair charlatan
Who longed for the earth under you.
Who craved the hollow of your bones.
Who thirsted splashes of your blood.
And pike your flesh on the flèche.
Cellar D'or Mar 2015
Let the emptiness of dead starlight dwindle from your eyes.
It merely reflects the sonder of humanity,
As a non-celestial insignificance
Eroded by the galactic champions of Time.

We start with a Bang.
We end with a whimper.
Cellar D'or Mar 2015
How the sky melted in the summer haze
Of golden locks brushing upon the quiet bank
And the whisper of Our Fathers in the gentle breeze
That passed through crops and through your skin
Pink to the glare of a foreign light unexplored
And piercing the boards of a deserted cottage
Surrounded by saturated spreads of yellow and green
With a dirt road to lead to nowhere beyond
The mirage of a populous horizon
A façade of skyscrapers global to themselves
It could never be real.
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