Drink,
From the goblet of my mind.
Bathe,
In my abundent illutation.
Medtiate,
On my writing's amaranthine.
Stink,
Obsessively forward into inception.
Bite,
Into adamant wielding skin.
Taste,
My veins filled with goety.
Learn,
From my phosphorescent sin.
Love,
My every sinew, for I am poetry. |