Light elastic, stretches over me
Teetering on the palm of giving
Stripes of ominous temperament
Rub me raw, hazy, grainy, sizzling
Fascination with this pain
Porcelain body, brittle with brewing concern
Lifting my will, one certain second
One persistent presence follows
Hold out for better weather
Torment turns to tranquil endeavors
Forever here in mysterious wonder
Loft alight with drumming thunder
Pillows of passion, pure and peppered
Over the luminous, luscious hours
Remember the motive, destroy the distractions
Crumble away, the clenching clashes
If this hit…
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