Flashing images came to mind,
within unrevealed depths:
within Night’s blanket,
shroud decorated with
pockets of wishes,
from frames further, further into recesses:
1) Lust – a beast trotting through
condensed worlds of flesh – gnawed
to the viscerals of desires…
Craving for the taste of
what sweet loins, drippingly
salivation and ejaculated cries.
Ahhhhhhh! salivating down.
2) Fear – I was only five years old, when I found
myself on an empty boat…rocking
back and forth within the turbulence of
unforgiving seas…an ocean of endless
lives. To swim through waves of
chaos, and drown in my own tears…
“Help me, for I am lost.”
3) Hate – emptiness – skip to next paragraph
4) Love – what is this world I’d not seen?
a life existed only in my dream,
where smiles cover these days,
like sparkling bursts of sunrays.
to see your eyes gazed into mine:
tenderly soft, touchingly divine.
what is your smile, to not exist?
but through silent prayers, has it?
within workings of magic so rare,
shattered briefly, and yet I’d dare
refuse to wake up, to relive now:
to not lose your smiles somehow…
dream on, foolish heart…
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