No Longer Dull To The Vapor, Our Eyes Well Up

No longer dull to the vapor, our eyes well up

A dry red can make you cry

I’m crooning long verse with our lips now violet and sweet

My falsetto draws you like honey

From one lucid invention of the night to another

Exhausted, lost to dreams recalling our R-rated triumvirate

At some point before dawn, you navigated the pillows and sheets

Your twirling tongues… like a starving chimera

Working on me like some mysterious alchemy

Conjuring a quasar

You are still here in this cloying void with no one around

Tugging on my core, anguished anticipation

The execration is stinging in my ears

Curious uses for curious things

I want to feast my lungs on your skin once more

To feel you vibrate under my touch again

Throbbing, echoing, clashing rhythms

Nothing that’s wholesome, nothing that’s sweet

Trapped in my madness, caught in my clutch

I erase the distress and accept my depravity…

Perfect my debauchery

Barely holding on, you fall off the earth

But in the end, I will catch you

A lovely sleepy moan, ginger in the half-light

Long tresses of vermilion clouds flowing down alabaster shoulders

Buzzing around swollen coral flesh

Her languid hazel windows, my stirring erubescent goddess

I trace purient memories

Last night’s masterpiece in pooled Monet oil