Louching

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Louching

I begged my spirit
the valor to pour you neat:
your face to gush
and gush
then fall
blissfully,
those emerald eyes
to reflect in mine,
pull me down
deep.

It was the piss
and the vinegar
that put it on ice.

So your face fades
like a frost kissed pane
and high tales of you linger
in my doleful soul,
exposing:
tenderness
honesty
truth.

And now nothing will ever be as real.
Not even your spring-hued eyes.



Louching

I pour you neat.
Your face gushes
And gushes
Then falls flush.

Your eyes bat
Sparkling like emerald city
And just as bottomless at the core;
They pull me
Deep.

And as I wallow,
I bleed.
And your gaze turns to haze
Like a frost kissed pane.

And with this muteness
I have my way
With you.

You sink in me
Revealing:
Tenderness
Honesty
Truth…

With time
You’ll die.
And high tales of you
will taunt my spirit
Where you’ll linger.

& Then nothing will ever be as real.
Not even your spring-hued eyes.