Just Thinking [limited Version] Poem by Job Laz

Fastened to the muddling of my heart
I peep and strain to better my state
But to the ground I remain falling;
Through the lens of a fleeting pulse
I wind my whims to a sphere far from real

In that island-like bay
I knitted a beau climbing unto my quilt
With fine lining on her slim lids
In her smile-spread a bliss ephemeral
In her eyes; kohl slick-dark
On her subtle lips glows bluesy embers;
Her frame a touch of mastery
Her grace deeply faded in flawless strides
Her allure tailored in dash-patterns

One look I could see through her
Translucent on edge; oblique…
The turn of her semblance
Clogged my strenuous urge
And fluted my weak-will

Like a carnival
My mind resounded against the teat of her flare
Perfect!
Her nails polished fair
With drips crimson-like
Her poise well tend
Against the setting glare
Is this true or a pint of fancy?
For her jolly winks feels so right
Delirious… charm drops
Hanging aloft sobbing clouds

As she nipped her arousing humor
To rapture my now contrite soul
A wander-wind obstruct; breezed
To quench my building obsession
Like a lever-pull singing deftly
I flashed my resolve to hold
As I sharpen my fainting bleed…