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