Elements.

Overtly male,
Covertly warm,
Bonfire vicious, a need to
Transform.
Synaesthesia, ebbing dances,
The forge of men, the amber
Trances.

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Polite stiffness, rustic gruff,
Swirling vines and pretty bluff.
Appealing petals, juicy sin,
Appalling diseases, diseased skin;
A dying element, a moulding vase-
It chuckles and splutters a leafy
Embrace.

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Invisibility
Blesses us, and fools
Our tongues with wanton words and
Spreads their wings to help the world
To think and speed and flow and move
And never, ever
Ever stop.

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Sanctified by the moon,
Make us swoon
And swan around the pale-light lake
To devour balmy organs in a liquid
Embargo.
Swim around in fantasy;
Drown the taut androcracy.


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Most sacred of them all
Most soiled of them all
For in holy image
Bloodshed is scrimmage:
There is no sense
In relying solely
On innocence.