Decibels of Introspection

Decibels of introspection echo from one wall to the next. A moment of inspiration may lead a weary soul and allow some departure from the text. Don’t bind your heart’s desire’s so tightly, don’t weight yourself to this poor world. A new order of things emerges; We are all put to a final text. Where liaisons of pleasure exist, so too do some wounded hearts meet. I found you on a plane where no touch existed; Somewhere desolation reigned. Come to this bastion of body heat; This time-worn fire that roars on. Here where the concubines steal your heart with a single glance. Here where there are no limits, no restraint, and not a former memory to recall.