Eruptions - Poem by Vishz Embassy
Fenced along the rings of desire
A hope this is of reluctant booze-fire.
She horned by her horns,
And I was down torn
Her tone, that night
Her phone, first a 'tring'
There on 'trings' over 'trings'..
Wings had never, mine I hover
One such swing;
But then they did, eventually.
Intimacy had biased our breeze;
Reaching our poles
My rhythm, had taken to anchor;
Swell sealing salacious slimy.
Ma limy, I endorsed her,
I allure... my cure!
A cubical essence, her presence
But today, her absence..
Furnished was I, along the vents
Of her curves;
Curves they were of malignancy over-pro
I missed my breath,
Hours hardly zeros..
With her not around,
The plot of time.. The slot of slime..
The knot of my life..,
Pores turn supple, uncared ones
I stale wondering why;
My love shrunk her pores
The adored ones..
Baby; what went wrong
Is not what I throng
Your absence, screws my presence
All I remember now, is you and me..
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