I decided to ride the slide sideways

Letting my feet hang over

And one edge guide my neck

I went straight down for a second or two

But with my eyes to sky
I didn't worry

Rather, I just enjoyed the view

Thunder… then lightning,
feverish caress of musky notes,
****** scent of loving irony
to curiously tempt each edge
of such a fractionated cubism.
Tiny desert rose, ready
to dilate all its farthest dusty ravines
just to feel its lymph racing out of bounds.
Hot water runs down on me,
raw and bitter into my mouth,
a taunting sadism
for better wince, essentially
in a universe that is not there.
Painted glow of cynic nocturnes,
diluted to loss,
watered down to dawn.

Often her beauty is passed over,
Many a dress is wasted,
She cannot acquire his attention,
No matter how she dresses up,

She dies at every failure,
She longs for a single glance,
To be graced by a single word,
Living to be noticed by him,

Every night she dreams,
Of life with him and her,
The pangs of love chain her,
To a life of slavery,

After her will is broken,
When she is no longer strong,
She reverts to her more natural self,
And he seeks her out,

He finds and admires her person,
He sees that she is at peace,
She cannot believe it was so easy,
To meet her only love,

All of our faking and strutting,
All of the false looks,
They only cover our colors,
And hide us from true love,