spit~with the talented Adagio

 
With illusions of rainbows and amorous cyanide
lusting for vaporization of sweet aloe
beneath the veil of an erotic mist
of a golden lily shadowed from the sun
in the shade of a willow and gilded garter
trailing off into a semantic froth
liken to spit on the stagnant water  
With illusions of rainbows and amorous cyanide

in the red light district where it all happens
you snuff out my feelings like a cigarette half smoked
then proceed to punish my body with your hate
in the depths of me my soul is insulted
I ache to be loved
cyanide affections say I desire you
but you're too poisonous to touch
a rainbow is a promise lest you forget