Pretty face let me touch you
Warm hands of experience...
Serving the holy triangle,
Times rhythms expire...fire...desire,
words re-molded a man to a higher --
transcendent fashionable sculpture.
Bleeding clocks timing joy...
Crooked judgements shedding voidance,
In the arms of such resistance...avoidance
Breaths apart, fumes melt the walls
Play reality howlong I know not!
Palming moments such as these
Rushes of salty waters...sliding...each
forming waves on your beach...
Don't you own it??