gloopy marmalade,once thick and sweet
has turned green,mouldy hum.
my best encounters
are simply that
instead
i wish to fold and unfold
like intricate origami.
the pressure surrounds
and, flipping my lid,
i dissolve
like the oranges did.
crossed limbs haunt me
disease plagues me
this mental heat
holds no regard for demure chaste
and so the cycle spinning
makes a broken carcass my unchanging
contemporary guise.
Conjecture- a damp flannel
which refuses to scour sins
the heat of the moment
punishes
and Im held therein
disassociation between
end and origin
No worthy adhesive
will bind
pleasure with eternal hymn.
The 'solution' malleable too:-
notions of 'love' shrink
only perplexity intensifies
each vast brink
containing a thouSand chasms
bodily separation
contrasts
futile mind spasms.
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