When love is more deadly than the
endless time drifting bye.
Beauty, the beguiling,
The all deluding veneer.
Least of all my
Understanding of how we,
Can use this practically,
When almost nothing else,
Presents itself to abate
My cravings of desire.
Filled by haste to lay,
None the reasons beyond
A moment to die for.
Cold this hot flesh
Where provocative lips
No longer kiss intimately.
Fallen for a mist, a mirage
Of angles walking bye,
I’m left here to die.
Racey the flesh on show,
Subtle never came here,
Nor would I see,
More
than it I’m sure
Your
beauty is
A
constant distracting lure.
More
fool I’d be
For
a moment
In
between your embrace,
Squat
and bleeding
For
a smile of your face.
Riding
the train
To
love and beyond,
I’ve
craved the smell
Of
what I’m fond,
But
you’ve not come,
To
save my day.
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