My lofty dreams drink your poison
The sermon hides all talk of lust
Kill it!
Drown it!
Strangle it.
How can I ?
How must I ?
Do such tortuous actions
My conscious thinks of you in the mist
Closed doors.....
In hazy heights
Green mountains under the pitch black glow - wrapped in a single cloth
Breathing the puff smoke
I shut the door
Close the tailored book
Walk out in my fitted gown. Sunday school taught me repression
And my succession to my thoughts was one thing - action
Primed, pinned, and pointed to order
In orderly fashion
I defied my fathers crime
Created bedding to sleep on
Encrusted with words, " You're the creator of your own creation"
Finding.......
My chipped cross, crippled slipped underneath the crooked bed
Your lips were spongy delights of chaos I wanted to grip to
Diving in the pool naked felt like a temptuous sin
My guardian was me
I found you by the darkened pond bellowing and I gripped you
Casting my light
And you never said a word
But together we drank the blackened pond liquid
And scratched our skin with empty words, hoping we knew ......
We knew, what we were taking each other's hearts for.