the jewels on your ruby lips are pale
and the sundering of all earthly pleasures
wane as I wax into impotence and null frames...
I join the ghosts of our habit
and clown around the Maypole
like a  Fool.... Nothing deters me from being
broken and unrequited and self abused.
your skin is lovely.
And yes... I remember the solemn vows
of Our intimate embrace.... But am I the only one
who would return to our hurricane
without preaching the Fifth.
I am ready and able to unload a Jupiter
of raw Lust and Kismet.
Are you ready to consume me ?
as I walk fire ?

As I approach you
to appease so many stupidities ?

God knows nothing but sharp sticks
and Halos.... As -
Human love knows nothing
But The One We Love....

and the yellow
in Midnight