In splendour so fine.
I stand and face future days.
The river flows.
A steady flow.
Taking all my tears.
Dispersing them to unknown seas.
To faraway imaginations I like to dream up.
Places not yet known.
Of lovers not seen in the real world.
Altogether real in my awareness.
I harvest my dreams that they may seed sacred love
That fills every orifice of desire.
To have and to definitely behold.
In splendour so fine .
A higher apex of insatiable corruptness.
It strips every layer of delicate skin.
Pulsating, invading, breaking the age old taboo.....
An enrichment of each and every sacrificial union.
Pulling me up over the brim.
A fast forward to the blackness within you.
Like a ghost you come in the dark.
Holding me down...biting into my flailing arms....
Sucking gods saving blood from my veins.
I love the fact that itís actually ok...in my mind.
So to that end.....
Letís do this.
Find the alternative path.
Break the bad in one another.
Then to never have to dream.
Of finding eachother.....
For youíre everything I ever want.