Her blush becomes him.
Streaming through shutters;
Wide open, within walls of waking dreams.
He desires, her darkest night.

Pure
euhedrals
of unique
   **refraction  
       captured
             upon
              an
      open
lotus
flower,
blossoming
in effulgence
       unswerving      
   throughout  
  piezos &  
    stales of a
      thousand 
          vacuous
                    neurons

**Behind

little doors

of pure temptation

she'll hide sweet treats, of

fascinations. hooked by stockings

  on needle bare trees, she's an angel on top

who knows how to please... twenty five smiles

rapt in love, with
sparkles for free!

I know you, like no other;
"Does it hurt... the truth?"
Searching lips, forge answers;*
Tasting, solidifying, our known proof.

Let
              the moon
cast me in
your shadow                  
For I
             would sip
again
           your poison                          
& allow
               the words
             you left etched
in      
              loves' silver
                       to
               burn
                            like acid                      
                  corroding my spine
                             as you writhe
                      still
           within
   my core
than            
ever, ever
forget

Whilst some carry only the smallest of
holdalls;
Unswayed by weight & undefined by contents.
  *Others will just see, "baggage".

One silvery arc crosses the darkest distance.
Listen quietly... Hear silences between beats;
As shared scenes, bring us together,
apart.