Act 2: Poem by Scar Seymour

Enigmatic and sulphuric
wonders and detouring,
outside the box alluring
tempter of faint touches
skip the lust head to lunches

dip in the basket
dreams collide.
they have to!
BUT THEY NEVER STAY THE SAME
same vibe tho
He lost illusions delusions
and i lost the shy veneer of freelance escort
some may call -

but if you knew me as well as he does then you know that
lovers are lovers, and friends are friends - do everything with your heart
and it’ll ring true in the end.