and, oh, the truth
the solid gold
tax bracket of the odious,
welterweight - feather for a fear
that funny feeling
that gut-deep, wrenching sigh
oh, how she rode the sound of it
the ache of it
the taint of my hearty, pining thrumps of lover-may-care
the trust,
as rickety as
a tattered bridge
I cross the chasms, to her
perch upon
the eaves of her wiles
and taste the nectar
the **** splendor
her mellifluous, tannin charm
golden, caramelized, abandon
love airs itself
and the atmosphere
is poetry
the storms are desire
the clear skies are, basking in her embrace
and yet
by the shore
grain
by
grain
the debt
of my copious delusions
the shore is the evidence
googols of sand grains
counting every moment
that, nay, was she
'twas I
I loved
and the absent sea
marks her victory
for the lapping of sand
as if the sea lapped
is my broken heart
picking up the pieces
by loving
every
new
kiss...
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 3:14 PM UTC
and, oh, the truth
the solid gold
tax bracket of the odious,
welterweight - feather for a fear
that funny feeling
that gut-deep, wrenching sigh
oh, how she rode the sound of it
the ache of it
the taint of my hearty, pining thrumps of lover-may-care
the trust,
as rickety as
a tattered bridge
I cross the chasms, to her
perch upon
the eaves of her wiles
and taste the nectar
the **** splendor
her mellifluous, tannin charm
golden, caramelized, abandon
love airs itself
and the atmosphere
is poetry
the storms are desire
the clear skies are, basking in her embrace
and yet
by the shore
grain
by
grain
the debt
of my copious delusions
the shore is the evidence
googols of sand grains
counting every moment
that, nay, was she
'twas I
I loved
and the absent sea
marks her victory
for the lapping of sand
as if the sea lapped
is my broken heart
picking up the pieces
by loving
every
new
kiss...
Man... it's hard loving women in my life.
I'm struggling to feel like I matter at all.
It's become this time and day.
Vampires. I stoke my emotions for gluttons, it seems...
