The bayonet plunge
into our maiden adventure
came with a bloody thirst
filled with leary-esq. hues,
vaporized and breathless;
I dance upon untrodden regions
of scrambled thought,
fed a tornado
of silvery shade in your stiletto sky,
and carved cryptic promises
upon stifled breath.

Like a shooting star racing through night,
portals of beauty
shimmer within deep recesses
as beast feeds beast
gravel pitted passion.
Feasting upon sentient tears,
bludgeoned pink flesh,
still breath,
plagiarized thought,
and a necklace of heaves
your beast’s indulgent moans and cries

bleed life into the veins
of the beast you see clearly.

Good Write!

my thoughts will not take shape on this page, those words are for you alone.