A fleeting yet tender brush of luck
A new face whose structure poses foreign wonder
A worldly woman,
whose frames suggest a commanding authority,
puts people in seats, her prescence priority
Squished eyes paired with your
unchained smile
Unbottled bliss, she gives me this
A butterfly that chooses to rest on your arm or
the sun streaking through select delicate leaves

Scenery suggests her horizons
are unquenched,
uncharted beats
Spin the globe watch it spinning not stopping
Your eyes mapping, beginnings developing
Conquer spirits, I say conquer them all!
Your voice echoes throughout when it's a room not a hall
I have heard your voice
Once
The remainder, blaring and popping
from a record within, the only record
The rest warped beyond comprehension

Your hollowed essence lives on
Weekend residency on my eternity's beach
where dreams shuffle and shout
Approaching me with a hand full of satiable scarlet
Archives from your vineyard or
acquisitions from my persistent parasite
He gnaws
on all reasonable forms of sense left
dizzying upstairs
in the manic untethered halls

Logic's fleet
engages in a hail of doubt and reason
Lovers meet
defined by a wandering fool of a mind
Let me cling onto this deranged dream,
romanticise this idea of
rabid romance and
give us this broad canvas
where I'll scratch and paint our
swan song, lavishly
The coda eases us into the horror
A bow to my creative endeavour and
set sail to sizzle into the pit
of two-bit death, my dear
Our time draws near
The cognitive hands strikes,
lids are now up

This woman is fake
she exists to me in pictures