Mountain mist behind those characterized eyes of pure diamond:
Sparkling. Socketed into pure gold, in the sky beyond the everyday
to escape the restraints of this perfect vision, idealistic vigor running short.
Faith in selfish dreams of life beyond, beyond the everyday.
Take back your place in the nighttime scene; you used to be so popular,
your chest hanging out, you dance and you can’t see
The way the people look at you, hungry and entranced.
There’s beauty in the way she moves, spoken true by her very lips.
I feel your breath with the morning calm on the quiet days,
the days where gravity beats us fragile few into the blacktop parking lot
of suppressive outdoor shopping malls, abandoned when times went south
and the days of the home grown Revolutionary American are long gone.
Common comforts are such a fuel to live and die by,
You sway with the wind blow of the dollar sign eyesight satellite,
The ricochet of the flash bang hand grenade we thought was a camera.
The catalyst of love for life is supplemental herbs and a strong heart and will,
It’s not about escaping, its about embracing, and entrusting, and lusting for you.
Like satellites we spin on axis’s we sedated few created,
For loving is effortless but love is the labor of the gods.
My Aphrodite is a thing of tantalizing fantasy,
Sexually permissive in the most flamboyant of ways, to me
The sole apple of her eye. So unrealistically I do hope
That when we passionate two come together, we spontaneously combust
Into a brilliant cascading meteor shower of painted pleasure,
Magnificent, lets all just tug at my heart strings.
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Submission Name: The Night Wolf
