Why you, again, my sweet perfume
Hanging over, dripping on,
Real and knot, still and caught
Sauce upon, salt along
Haunted trails in dreams I've sailed
Remembered 'til,
Luscious, ever.
You now, again, in our lagoon
Do taste my soul
Did haste our tole
Extracted out and 'bout my neck
Were it yours, my lips crave check
To dine, to feed, then seethe and roil
Our passion known, our stars embroiled.
Will decades ebb, flown by, our nights
Tickled under, throbbing through
Direct and sot, perplexed yet naught
Could tame such bleeding, ticking, heeding,
When uncaged, why do we
Deluge our room with heavy see
Escaping, never.
Would echoes drown, grown by, our heights
Wishing after, wanted in
To more than pique, inside her case
Flesh sweeter, softer would she deface
To more than be, in his embrace
Shell off, claws bye, awash in lace
Our key to lose, Pandora oiled
Our love to make, though future coiled.
Naught but a world may derail us
Eternal, not merely,
Our novel,
Semantic.
Naught but suffix may divide us
Full, not less
Our hope,
Romantic.
