In between the nice and the mean
is no indifference to clean
I’ll just miles pile that pile lean
for anew is my spirit like a machine.
Down on the hollow hole I console
my own beats I complete it’s sweet
a soul of control
when our eyes meet.
I ponder your bruises and scars
for tender is where we are
we even laugh when when we spar
and there are unfamiliar words bizzare.
Im struck by your shock
to the system I feel it alot.
I want you my transgressions blot
by being warm arms but not hot.
Steam has made my vision spare
and no one in the room cares.
It doesn’t seem right or fair
we feel alone in the world’s lair.
Judicial is my mindful mind,
to cede from rancor this time,
see what it took its taken from the vine
we see the seed we find.
What if despair sat in my chair?
Electricity I would want it end there,
where the eagles fly in my despair
I shall love the flesh I swear.
Pleasure in the moment of levity
where we consult our inner voice.
Think things not so heavy
for the Lord knows our choice.
The universe is not but energy
that your eyes they send me.
Let’s dance for awhile with smiles
to see within the curtain’s uncertainty.
Certainly I’m fine with wine
to speed up my veins and interwine
what intoxicates and frees the mind;
for such things are no crimes.
RMC 
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