Sonnet 184

Do not relay these ravaged sounds
Until I spend, until I evaporate
Wrapped tip-tight and lifted from the ground.
Questioning “why?”, “how?”, “lies?” to the date
Birthed moving artwork
Shifted desires are agitated yet firm
Flawless and fatal while sinister lurks
Tastes stand fast while cigarettes burn.
Shaking lips consume salted tears
Endless fighting; taunting, intimate sex
Smells of skunk-onion forever haunt my fears
You’ve casted some sort of hex!
I promise to love you for a really long time,
Intertwining our lives in total sublime.





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