Day: 7 December 2018

how intricate are your intimacies
do they connect your perversions
while severing fears and doubts
the eyes you wish looked elsewhere
then upon the body of your work
can you hide indoors to delight
when all the fun of nature seduces
the air you had to share with them
is as old as the blood you pump
through hollow veins echoing surrender
convicted felons of free formation
held you to words you thought best saved
for the hearing of your life disaster
their value dropping in the thousands
as your lies grow in demand
the truth of the delivery
returns you to the honest parts left
broken bones with rotten marrow
eager to take you back to the beginning
so they can finally do what you never could do
give up