Over the Dream

Aphrodite is worshiped by a devotion of a past flesh- self taught to dream of a girl's face for my partners music flowers in freckles with long red hair, naked for warm lust- for the facts are absent, all conjured by fickle thoughts Staring to see, the elusive companion that contemplates my needy comfortable, as I plunge for a lottery needle Dropping my black magic into a enchanted feast of temporary- wend on procreation by teen films and Disney media A masculine endeavor for two, hold sex down for biblical ethical exemptions , solitude is the solution of this fix To sprout a seed, deep in black basic crawling for self-light- moving the soil of souls warm decaying energy Sit alone to accept all my demons "The Dream Is Over"