Her
Face is dreamy
Her
Body is naked
Silhouetted by a marbled bra
Draped in thick sheets of plastic
His fingers dancing, dervish-like
Across me
Smiling her coyest smile
She stands, dazed, off on my shoulder
Her hair like lily of the nile
Now she's
Taking off her sunglasses, slowly
Rocking in unison
Arcing back and forth
Like a mad pendulum
A hand covering her
Pink mouth
Her
Face stricken with fear
She gets up
She stumbles through
The thick wooden door
Soon to be
Blowing huge clouds
Of cigarette smoke
Feeling relaxed, if still a bit shaken
Looking down at the fire lit
Eyes red and swollen from crying
She ends the night with-
"I just need to use the phone"

The stairs to my quest
They are gratingly lined
With tall black cypress trees
With wings of seaweed
Which throw their shadows across
Thats all left for
The slippery eminent steps

Our first allision, in the offing
Nothing ever stuns the onlooker
Ripple out into meditative layers
We are a pair of choplogic ships
Blending in multiple narratives
I notice a splash of color, snapping
Your oceans' scenery is crystalline
With a high-tension passage
Rising tides grew like ivy
Issues are a grain of sand
Fluttering in the slight breeze
Are in my flaccid hand
Your tousled, bold-spry knees

I feet this heavy sensation thats full of dread
I feel it all around, assuming sleep paralysis
4AM that I started planting subliminal thoughts in my head
Specks like vessels, I had consciously felt before
Struggled against the feeling, a feeling from what I did
I loathe my youth, platonic love, and morbid existence
And there's nothing more candid
Waiting for another chance of life is not right
I'm not like the feckless, like the bandits
Covers may bring sorrow from swive and dives
As long as you’ve got something to say then
It doesn’t matter too much how you say it
Lost, I highly recommend you stay alight
Your jawline against mine is was like...
A wave loudly clashing against a long shoreline
The sillage you had left behind was majestic
You're not like the limpid, like your kindred
Getting rid of your oarless secrets that'll befold
And there's nothing more candid
Glowing white lips that fade
Into silver comely light
Away in a padded close
My paracosm lies prostate
Upon the wings of mine
Upon your ditzy toes
Upon your nacreous face