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Iris of Mahogany

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Iris of Mahogany

And Although We Weave Webs of Subtle Desire,
Our Purpose is Stained and Therefore Doomed.

                                    - Unalterable Variables -

The Cracks, They Appear, One By One, Turning
Priceless Artwork into Cheap Mosaic Patterns.

                                    - Irreversible Damages - 

Maybe the Tyranny of My Biology Weighing Down
Upon Me, is Worth The Twenty Seconds of Mahogany.

                                    - Inconceivable Time lapse -

Hidden by The Covers and Staring into My Blue
Green Distortions, The Lines Beside her Eyes Wrinkle.

                                    - Irrevocably Primal -

This is Lust Perpetuated by Unsatiated Loins,
The Kind That Leads to Dante's Second Circle.

                                    - Fictional Deterrent -

With Morality Neatly Destroyed, I Run My Fingers
Over Her Silk and The Wrinkles Reappear.

                                    - Fragmented Ethics -

Her Tongue, Fleetingly Touches Mine,
I Could Taste The Reluctant Sweetness.

                                    - Neuron Chastity -

Holding Her Securely From Behind, She Curls
Comfortably and her Heart Beats Through Back.

                                   - Incomprehensible Distance -

Her Pulses Tapped an Indecipherable Morse
Code Through My Ribcage and Into Blood.

                                   - Unintentional Communication -

Biological Algorithms Converted The Nonsensical 
Pulsing To a Glass Clear Reflected Reality.

...A Reality, I Could Not Call Home

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  1. Date: 5/16/2012 5:07:00 PM
    Amazing verse here. Always, Laura

  1. Date: 8/28/2011 5:32:00 AM
    Powerful write, nice work.

  1. Date: 6/19/2011 4:30:00 PM
    great pen

  1. Date: 6/12/2011 7:47:00 PM
    very deep and meaningful expressions , Conor

  1. Date: 6/12/2011 6:56:00 PM
    the landlord my devil reminds me of another site where yesterday they mentioned being alone today..sounds like a move or someone moved out..could be coincedense

  1. Date: 6/12/2011 6:56:00 PM
    wonder who the evil landlord is? could it be a husband maybe ROFL heheeh

  1. Date: 6/12/2011 6:54:00 PM
    good poem