Schemer

Do not subscribe to fatal grooves, Mind mental moods that plunge sharp blade; Heed then the taste of petty waste, No need to feed or grumble strain; Mesh up your daze with appetite, Frost burns with cold fingers that choke; Dying embers in swirls of ash, Caress that grip of fiery flesh; Poke your nose here in dashing slots, You know you can flesh out pure pains; Nobody cares to keep love warm, Adorn the wise with hopeless stains; Undress the curves of naked dreams, Now at long last a brilliant sculpt. Leon Enriquez 29 October 2015 Singapore