drenched in red paint dripping down the curves of her body- of her body onto the floor which begs for more
we walk upon eyes of the eternal Chaos- Ouroboros in this home we've built with the solidity of the swirling waters dripping down from the vetiver of where I first met her
those curves Oh, those curves
these eyes, with no mouths speak to us, possessing us to paint the walls as wild, as feral as the thousands of sharp teeth of the thousand wolves running deep beneath
they circle us they consume us like the Chaos like the Ouroboros they consume us they become us
and so, it is so we are flipped upside down below running, churrning within the deep flow we are the eyes, always knowing where to go further than the mother of the winds can blow brighter than the mother of Hells most fiery red glow
we are, drripping onto the floor devouring, converging, begging for more we speak in deep howls, speaking no words lifted up, her legs wrapped 'round my hips, like the wings of a bird moving, swaying, to the rhythm of my weathered sea legs as the moon, moves closer to the earth, and begs, she begs-
to be like her and me
can't ya her the warring seas
can't ya feel your weakened knees
giving in to your warring plea's
blood red, blood blue it is all the same the moon and the ocean have no name
the walls are painted the walls are red give in, give all 'til you've nothing to dread