Lovemaking or sex
In Abu Dhabi or Zanzibar
Half a dozen; or six
We are what we are.
°°°°°°°
We are deeper than sorrow
What we do has no cure
Love we cannot disavow
No one will ever love you more.
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Sit on your throne Khaleesi
I; I am, decrees it
Lo… We are growing within thee
We are perfect; we are complete.
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Lovemaking or sex
In Maui or Libya
Half a dozen; or six
We are what we are.
I am like an assassin
That is reluctant to cause hurt
I am like a dragon
Holding its own jaws shut.
×°×°
I have an inferno within
Raging, crackling tongues of fire
Your love Vesuvius, mine Krakatoa!
×°×
That is why I am silent
My words will break your spirit.
×°
I am trying not to end us.
×
There is a quota
It will be met one way or another
By you or another
This need must be met.
Said quota is a desire
Arguably a burning need
Disagree all you want
This need must be met.
It mostly sets the sexes askew
They become inept umpires
Regulating psychological needs
This need must be met.
The woman must talk
The man must have sex
Each at moments deemed ludicrous
This need must be met.
Bleak ice-blue walls thickening still
All frosty; naught moist nor turgid
So cold. So polite. Desolate…
I have left her
I should be with you
Yet we are bereft…
It should be you here
It was all for us
Pyrrhic this victory.
Bleak ice-blue walls thickening still
All frosty; naught moist nor turgid
So cold. So polite. Desolate…
Everything happens in, and for a season
Every word for a reason.
Loyalty, I fear, is a an expensive tradeoff
Apportion trust deliberately thereof.
Protect yourself at all times
Against love, religion – all the sublimes!
To be forewarned is but divine courtesy
Lips ultimately leak evil you cannot see.
Even if you currently have no clue
Read again, and glean a truth or two.
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Abandoned caves, desolate tundras
Palpitating heart, hacking sobs…
Truth; you are always in my heart
Truth; is that you could not wait
Truth; we can never be what we were
My love was pure and honest
My love was open and playful
My love was lustful and naughty
I told you that, ‘I don’t share’
I told you, ‘I love you’
I told you that, ‘you are mine!’
Misty boughs, rainy valleys
Phlegmy nostrils, rheumy eyes…
