In this hour of my walking away deprives me of the shadows about me
Securities eluding me
This hour astounding me
The earthly glow befriends me
But I'll have no need of it here
Galaxy
Black hole
Spiraling hole
Suck away the night
Suck away the silence
This hour of silence and pain
Chaos and profound concern
This hour of intellect and astonishment
This hour of over looking conceding contentedness
Flailing sentiment
Enriched distemperment
This night of commitment
I find taunting of delirium
Smothering the hour full of purpose and provocative direction
Subjection is suffocating objection.
Minute perplexities of unwavering contemptuous scorn
This hour I stand before ancient relics contemplating a sacrifice of the inconceivable
The hour
This hour
Haunts me
This hour
The hour
Entices me
The Drum Within
A slow drum quakes me from the inside
Vibrating and fingering my revivifying
orchard
A visible persuasion licks at the
pericardium lying near the racing muscle
Gliding through this perfumed pergola
I'm steps away from the end
This visible sensation impales me
He's sinking into my permeability
He's inhaling my awakenings
He's tasting my delicateness
And rushing into my vastness
He's extending my sensations sweet, sweat
laden thrusting throbs
We're alive and undaunted
As I feel him quake from the inside
A convulsive dance of whispers
And sighs
Of groans and swaying orchards
Of resting lips near lips
Engulfed with the slow drum beating of his
heart against my breast
Exhaustion resides captivated.
