A Poem: Edit

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Of the Inevitable and Everlasting

On the couch in my basement,
rouge, soft and sinful,
we are drawn like
salt from taint.

Our hands flirt, so do our toes.
finally, entangle;
tighten.

Like Humbolt and Lolita,
Jesse and Zee;
it’s wrong.

Oh but its
more familiar than breathing -
and regret will always be for the young.

So we laud the imminent plunge
and bathe in our fermenting fumes
until we’re drunk past surrender.

And spinning hastens,
and shadows dance,
and fires flood our guts
like an intimate cello suite
that’s damned to cry
for eternity.


ORIGINAL

You are on the couch in my basement -
Rouge, soft and sinful.

We are drawn like salt from taint.
Our hands flirt and so do our toes.
Finally, entangle.
Tighten.

Its wrong
Like Humbert Humbert
And Lolita
And the likes

Oh but it feels right and good
And more familiar than
Breathing.

Our grapple resumes
And our fumes permeate and intoxicate and we’re drunk past surrender
And fires rush our guts – the inextinguishable kind.
And spinning hastens
And shadows dance
And regret will always be for the young.

And so we laud our imminent doom
And bathe in its eternality.