Be seven minutes, five or three;
in frozen zone time stops it's spin.
It's you and me...just you and me...
melting epochs in carnal kiln.
I'm here to scorch your sodden woods,
but soon to douse your every leaf
and bloom with gushing rapturous fluids,
till tremble you on crazy cliff.
Don't think all this a looney spiel
of one amnestic bard with crushed
psyche under the clocking wheel
or whooshing sounds of carnal rush!
You know, behind these stirring woos,
there's calmly love, as comely ruse!
Categories:
amnestic, sensual, sexy,
Form: Sonnet
Counting hours like chickens
waiting to get fried
until my last pressures get
properly denied
by that amnestic ruckus
compelling my stride.
My revelry extracts your
most suspicious eye
while I collect brains like I'm
Professor Magpie
instructing the planet on
how it ought to fly.
You wafted off on that cloud
propelling my pride
until I cried at that thick
storm brewing outside
lamenting that lonely gust
when our essence died.
Categories:
amnestic, lost love
Form: Rhyme