Against the wall I was his devi
Pressed tight beside his soul
Skin so hot it burned through mine like a fever
Warming my muscles
Warming my pulse
Fueling my movement
Touching my body he was my sher
Braving my imperfections
Lips so thirsty they tasted mine with frenzy
Spinning my thoughts
Spinning my surroundings
Driving my feelings
It was…
Underneath the materialistic piles
Cotton, polyester, and satin
He saw my secret nature
Underneath my pigmented eyes
Crushed Lala and gloomy brown
He saw my Élan vital
Underneath my damaged Pericardium
He found my beating heart.
If you question
Straight thyself,
Commanding pride of trust
Prefer to maintain love,
Resort monotheism
Make the land paradise
Would receive ne'er
Own assertive voice.
When fear to death
Exists in whole,
Quick forget old differences
Fretful prepense firm release.
Don't care,
About breed and community
None trace
Ground of velocity.
Though well teach
The religion,
He is above mighty one
Only regulate each pericardium,
Universe call His pleasure
Man's power mean nothing
Could e'er leak retired
Let have many logic gorgeous worming.
His angry look invite
Cruelty by innate,
What melodious seen
Guess enjoyed requisite -
Set on single platform,
Fast evade blind destructive belief
Sail arch over brotherhood
Cultivate rectitude in live.
Last telling the tale of the lovely Kate
About to ask for our first formal date
The Gods had decreed her to my collection plate
Quenching the thirst for Satan's mortality rate
I question where to make the first incision
Transverse above the breast my decision
Organs opening as flowers once bloomed
Soon to be desecrated under the soil entombed
The garden's daffodils n' roses of varying hues
Crimson pinks, scarlet shades of violent blues
She is soiled and defiled and bears another's child to the naked eye unforeseen
The shower's steam sparkle n' gleam, as I carve the liver and oh such a tender spleen
The pericardium fluid washes away the liver's bile, an ultimate climactic aquamarine
Fondling the liver I can almost forgive her for she herself a mere child seventeen
Dazzling brilliant ruby red droplets, create pattern from this intimate splatter
I'm calm and composed not like Alice's friend the chaotic brain scattered Mad Hatter.
i like spelling "i" in the small case
doesn't it make me humble?
yet, do i feel this way
ever?
humble pie ...
death, destruction, deplorable images
smash your loved one in the face
reality gravitates around
a death mask
feel your sternum ...
apply C.P.R.
and maybe your pericardium
becomes electric
again
telling you what to do
so that thoughts of originality
slip into dreams
Unseen hungry ghost
Predator in human skin
Lurks among the herd
Some folks drool for lamb
Others beef, but I prefer
The *other* red meat
Arcing silver edge
Slices a dark horizon
Full moon or my knife?
God's hand carves the earth
Canyon river running red
Metaphor in flesh.
Blood on my good shirt:
I just had this damn thing cleaned!
People are so rude.
Sleek steel crimson-graced
Open window into you
Pericardium!
Fresh-plucked beating heart
Just like a ripe tomato
Crush it in my jaws
Warming up the grill:
Home-made chuck on seeded buns.
Long pork for dinner!
Gleaming white arches
Spin around the spinal cord
Horseshoe, played with bones.
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