Now that
what we had has curdled
sour and lumpen
keeping us apart
I ask myself
time and again
gazing up into midnight skies
why
I broke my promise
never to do this
again.
You want more?
Music
is best appreciated in the dark
of a hushed theatre
and the squeaky
shiftings of uneasy arses
in plush seats
It is then
you notice
the curved line of your
lover's face
and their peculiar
br-ea-thi-ing
distracting you
from the enchantment
of bark and hoof but
there is another magic here
older and more lethal,
decadent!
And so you take the sorcerer's hand
and recline
ensorceled
and replete.
posted by WM @ 11:52
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