I shall scream Chopin
I shall bleed Monet
I shall whisper Rumi

They have poured their souls into my eyes and ears
Thus I will pour it back for them

Into this life and into this world
Till beauty rises like tidal waves over the heads of the lost

And we as one, will live it together

One soul, ceaselessly pushing love against the dark.

Stopped
By
Pain in the back
Stilled
By
Mucus and head aches
Silenced
By
Laryngitis and miscellaneous fears

Stopped. Stilled. Silenced.

Filtered sun through mid-day blinds
Distilled thoughts of shallow mind
Yield
Little light or clarity

Sheets damp with familiar musk
Covers twisted into a personal husk
Descent
Into loathing and disdain

Stopped. Stilled. Revealed.

In sickness and in health
The union within of lies to self
Broken
Stolen
Dying…yielding

Lust
One of those words that turns you
Grabs likes and causes comments
Lustful
Lingering upon lust
Requires courage for we can be trapped
Inside her endless taunting and tasting
Saltiness of you while waves crashing
Cause us to linger...lost
In the luscious luxury of you
Lust...
Shhhhhh...
We dare not speak your other names
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Passion
Pleasure
Self satisfaction
Sultry sensuous
Luxurious lust...