Your croaking wince

 

I like your milky face

And bubble gum lips

I like your sensuous grace

And jelly tot tongue 

crave forsaken torments

Of enmeshment

 

like your halo lumination

like your taste in tea and cakes

Your cornflake gaze

quantalogical culmination

Your croaking wince

car crash pallor

 

What’d she say?

it’s nothing new

What’s she think?

it’s frail vanity

What’ll she do?

beat you into withdrawal

'Til your bursting head

Heaves and screams

Please Murder me!

just one of the minions

suntans and coke cans

 

thought I saw

Your rippling metadefection

Shrunken puddle of youth

never cavorted 

In the mudbath

smeared you into indelibility

the kick of your perfume

the lick of your shadow

confluence of imbuement 

wet cement raken heart lies

And washed up dusty eyes.

 

Finished in the year of our lord, 2020

pic, Helena and Hermia 

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