Faces of primes

I wanted to paint

your face

Not the beautiful one

Not the reel one

your real

Like fine wine

and Gods

Not the boxed crap

ready for Mass

consumption

I need Chaos

your Complexity

Can I come, again

and again to find

Some new & charming you?

Like a Pinot haunting

ghost in a movie

Fük the Merlots

Fūk the number 7!

In my pre-prime

it was just me

a 1

In our youth

it was just us

coupling 2

Or was that a divorced

fantasy splitting

at 3

And here we are

a moment break

in blue with berries

And here I am

in Witches Brew

beckin us to Take 5

"Lovin is what I got,

I said, remember that"

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