In
This Heat!
Skins
of glue, sticky souls,
only
waiting causes palpitations.
Rhyme
nor reason prevent,
a
whetted brow, a weeping.
The
tiny rivulets that stray,
to
places of erotic sensations,
what
has heaven said,
to
cause a fire from hell.
Under
over causing friction,
always
with a potent edge.
Suffer
on a silent mission,
scream
the house down
in
a fractured sentence.
Come
to know a barmy virtue,
falling
on a deafened post.
Wisps
of summer ream
like
a planted desert,
only
to bring about desire.
Too
much rain should steal
the
courage, where the love
has
known my name...
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