03-15-2013, 05:38 AM
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.
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.