Lust for Love

Coerced in lust for love,
a life to live, a death to come.
Darlin’, don’t tempt fate — it’s insanity.
You’re coerced in lust for love.
You — you will live.
You will live your life and come to death.
-Could you immerse us in liability,
or imagine the imagery of our lambent steps?
Cheers to a nacreous dream:
glass‑box skyline and liminal mezzanine.
Lipstick stained on the windowpane,
“Love, you cradle calamity.” 

French kisses at the counter, held tender — but brusque and slightly strained.
Along with the reasoning of doubt, the sting of brutal shame.
Passport stub, last‑call flights, the aftertaste of sugared cream,
I lust for love, for silly nights,
and the memory you can’t redeem.
the sins we used to know…
That come out of black chrome polished limousines
You’re idling at the curbside
As rumors cling to you in irony
You’ve always been known as a beauty queen
A mask for the things you’ve never been…
 A bent little fix, to hold it in 
Petal‑flush lacquer seals her grin,
Dark lines carve around your lips
Fingers tat’ the glass with Acrylic tips. 

Three small piercings climb your ear.

"Arrogance".

coerced in lust for love.
She’ll leave it all for him,
in the weight of what we owe each other.

Who will you be today?

Who will you be today?

Doubt is a doubled face. 

darlin’, don’t tempt fate— 
My heart beats in record tape...

-To the cancer of love,
Of love I’ve loved.