the joke of spurted *****
sticks to her smooth skin
spider silk waiting for
some long-lost splendour
her eyes puddles of misfortune
full of double layers and his flames
violently demanding refuge spurred
by a heart taking hold of hers
somewhere
behind the human stench
a man must live
to gently grow old with
until nothing but the essential remains
small and slow and helpless
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
the joke of spurted *****
sticks to her smooth skin
spider silk waiting for
some long-lost splendour
her eyes puddles of misfortune
full of double layers and his flames
violently demanding refuge spurred
by a heart taking hold of hers
somewhere
behind the human stench
a man must live
to gently grow old with
until nothing but the essential remains
small and slow and helpless
