She lives in pretence, a carcass, celibacy of presence,
Fixed in idleness, I am her God to mine,
Parted by the touch of a kiss, irony of prescience,
Devouring in likeness her God, to mine.
*
I simmer in the revolt of expectation, lounging in the child-like intoxication of instantaneous obscenity; the glimmering corolla...
Depredating Self! Only a natural disaster, when touched by a lover...
Terminal singularly in memory, we lug the tragedy of fantasy and pick rejoice in the duplication of frivolous matrimony; the burning air...
Depredating Self! Only a natural disaster, when touched by a lover...
*
Stifled to her assumption,
I am no more than a dream;
I puff hard, as if I don\'t conceive,
Recording how fast the Sun is a medlar
Before the ocean of noblesse debt collectors, fetishizers of corrosion,
Maraud silence to laziness, replicating the loneliness of a star;
Wrapped in her last layer of gilt,
I am no more than her pride;
I enchant, starve, as if I\'m never blind,
Retrieving intentions reducing, festering to a convolvulus
Newly discovered each time I make my reflection wilt,
Reminiscence of the cyan vault distinct without a witness.
The Horizon,
Dread and expectation
Entwined to one,
Lies dormant.
Diseased for her arrival,
I am no more than God\'s minus;
I act amnesia, as if I\'m not endless,
Coronating with a spear her thought-to-be blister,
Retrieved for love\'s survival,
A pyre for a fire, the space which is now her sister.