The smell of sulphate,
            emanating from that
accursed thing, its aura glistened,
                  seemingly smouldering .

But when the  breath of life
                    died beneath sunset,
A Spector of ill conceived retention
                                             contemplated.



Daybreak was mutilated upon the sight.
                                            established placidity..

Looking for love
    Is it me?
Seeds of love
    Is it you?
Falling in love
    It takes two
Landing in love
    This much is true
Grounded in love
    Can it be me?
Rooted deep in love
    Can it be with you?
Unbreakable love
     Forever please
Our common food love
     It could be cheese

love, i dream of you
often. my
mind is lost in a
haze aphrodite
cast upon me;
my skull is a
honey-***,
waiting to be
scooped
up by some loving
hand.