Abstract Eternity Poem by luke holt

I love the way the moon’s shimmering caress mirrors your soft flesh
I can stare for hours but can only process for fragmented seconds
An illusive fox shimmying through larval jungles,
Twisted sex reveries limp hymen fantasies, i am a dead butterfly, fallen like a dead junkie's tourniquet, as love builds, the past deceives.
Blood blooms to the sky from a scandalous heart
A heart I hold like a tangled amulet
The shell of a lost man
A gallant love
A shadow embrace
A pink sky bearing swirling images and interstellar rhetoric
Manic archangels
Lost antiheroes deliver wrist slicing verdicts
Demonic midnight rendezvous become twilight pitch-dark stardust dreams full of cosmic bloodlove

I lick my lips and cry in the bittersweet reality
Intangible ghost/germ heart
Squirming like amoebas from the hyperbolic nostrils of wraithish dope fiends
Her hair
An obsidian waterfall
And her body a molten love bomb
The fine lilting mysticism of her sweet chuckle
Drives me mad like a claustrophobic pantomime in his own self induced box
Half her mask cries a tsunami of tears, the other grins a reluctant smile that attracts droves of scoundrel love makers and intoxicates those in search of the abstract eternity