I want to find someone with the rarest colour of eyes
I want to listen to someone with the saddest but truthful story that will make me appreciate who they are
I want to hold someone who loves me for me
I want that someone to forget about my past and my scars
To forget about everything and just be my rare person
I want someone who is RARE
Because they are here hardest to find but the easiest to love
So if your out there?
Come find me...

As I'm retracing thoughts back and forth,

I court discord through gaping jaws,

This talk's a sport, on days I'd really rather not report.

But here I am again, don't know how to make amends,

I just hold my breathe and then play pretend.

Far fetched among the text that I've regressed,

Heart of gold with ribs abreast my treasure chest.

Change is easy at the precipice,

Bend the common law to fit the purpose we deem relevant. +

The benefit of sedatives circumvent the medicine.

Tennyson, tentative with the page and pen,

Again I'm holding thumbs while my eyes begin to pendulum.

I waste my words with ones not even worth mentioning.

Simply sibilant, snake shapes saying something softly,
Situation **** and sift sloppy, sodden, - sorry.
Sullen sordid stories, son of Sam,
Scabbards scavenged swords in Sabbath scams,
Sacrilege so savage, scattered sadness spans,
Supermarket salamanders scanning stamps,
Scallywags,
Sale! super savings! samples!
Spam.
Scene set, spent smattering surplus sacrifice,
Salivate, savor sapidness, sate, sedate, sat sufficed.
Sally's saxophone, Simon's silly shiny sabre,
Santa statues stand slated saints, some sages; same saviours,
Smirking surgeons skirting surfaced sapience,
Sacredness seldom stages shabby states in simultaneum,
So sides seat seperate, Segregated sects split the stadium.
Sagaciating services swathed symbols stitched in superstition,
Simply the situation simian sufficient.

It's stories above where the butterflies rustled,
Whirring between the lights in aeolian bustle.
I'm smiling spritely at a neon halo,
While my organs writhe in jacqueminot El Niño.
Wading the nightscape  with a glitched simper,
I could not change nor attempt to tinker,
Just breaching the moments passing to linger.
Fingers, then palms, then lips, then black,
Then for a few seconds the world collapsed.
A breath, a sip, some wit, I'm back.
Shed the murky vision of captive cataracts.
And now,
The sylph saunters in epitomized elegance,
And I've buckled on the inside to the resonant reverence.
I follow the fragrance in her wake as paralyzed sedatives,
And anything I might say could only lack eloquence.
Then magnanimous mantras attract exact,
It seems way down the rabbit hole I've finally met my match.
There's a mesh of flesh, a smooth caress,
Then I wake and realize these were not visions yonder death.
Particles of my brain erupt,
I can't explain away the unfading elation of touch.
Every pose palatial down to the pixels,
I'd gaze deep in the sheen of her mind gleaming as crystals.
Her eyes open like daybreak in flashes,
Sunstreaks glint over the horizon of her lashes.
There's morning songbirds behind the taste of coffee,
I think she's figured I'm just a well decorated softy.
Unveiling my most human of contentions stripped to the eclipse of logic,
My former self laughs in tones pitched sardonic.
Euphorically strumming at gossamer heartstrings,
Etched in the fabric as sakura carvings.

She smelled of wild lavender and deep magicks,
The scent hanging in the air like a golden silence,
I'm trying to hold tightly yet composure is first to dissolve,
Senses fall one by one until no dominoes are left,
Stop staring, act natural and crumble on the inside,
Don't speak, reserve your efforts for a smile,
Blown fuse serviced from the under-wing like vertigo in my veins, and neatly betwixt ******* twirl a cotton drapery,
Framed in silk halo, enshrouding like auras in a Milky Way of phantasmagoria.
Until my thoughts become in summary and each breathe becomes shorter than the last.
The artistry of her elegance like sleek fine line-work on vintage paper and I'm ... feather light.
And in those tresses I'd seen that sheen before, in the ripple of calm ocean waves, and in auburn at sunset.
I'd seen that gloss in her eyes perched upon petals as morning dew and rain upon windows in my quiet times,
Between the silhouetting slopes of her contours as dunes upon the horizon, there's an eclipse in her lips that would not speak in any less than measured prosody nor kiss without dreamscape grandeur.

Handshake claw grip, crustaceans with an overstatement,

Never distressed with a sober sense spent on aimless wastage,

Never become too complacent,

Never butter devil's sodden words on scriptures burned through the ages,

Certain pages curtain stages grace to shattered shambles curdled shameless.

Shiny geodes the traditions on the backhand,

Sages matching matter sets a salamandrine babble balance act,

Skin tight ever-bond clasped reattachment,

Radical bags sag at the mystery of a mattress ,

Routine carry forth enabling of double standards,

Tailored youth to a callous canvassed pander *******,

Cat scratch moral compass to the badlands,

The pinnacle of rabid actions in the aftermath,

After that,

A rabbit or a lab rat,

Maze running side effects from the last batch,

No lessons learned just oblivious to brass tax,

Malleable malice in the marrow of the crab man,

Can't stand a phalanx divided by the last laugh,

******* sinner Peter chapters in the chapel of a hashtag,

Shadows in the chiaroscuro flit mongers little gas lamps,

Calypso rhythm stages a symphony of backstabs,

Coup d'etat passive damage scatters gravel slat in sandbags,

No matter shiny medal coiled vertebrae permeate the flashbacks,

Never with a sordid memory retraced to get a plaque stamped.