When I go into the depths of those
Eyes
It is like a mist
And there’s this hum
In my head. There’s this brilliance.
A dancing Sun.
And I touch her skin.
Just wanting to win.
Somewhere in this
Darkened
Dance room.
Her hips
Roam with mine.
Entwined.
Dangerously.
She tells me it’s a new day
We’ll wait and see.
She compliments me.
Heavily.
A tear to my eye. I won’t deny.
She tells me exactly
what I Need to hear.
Needy. So Needy. What I Need to hear.
I dance with Fear.
I cling to Its barren
gears.
Swirling in mighty dark.
Fingertips.
Tracing a blinding soul.
Filled with bloody
silver holes.
I trust it with
Everything.
I stand for. This grime on this floor.
Caked paint.
below the praying saints.
I procreate
A predictable monster.
A monstration of resoundation.
… ….
… … These …stones …lead …to … a … path … back … up. …
… There. …
To that padded pathway.
And this mist
Has the look of empty talk.
Go for a walk.
And hope mightily
for
A sermon on the banquet
floor.