Gonna Give or Wait

something’s gotta give
your turn to tune and play a favour
something’s gonna waste
with this excess of chemical lust
something will foam and melt
like blood and lava tastes like
candy raw in the ocean’s tractability

will you give me seeds to flower, to breathe into
a maze of ripen tongues and solidified kisses
or will your statuesque heart bleed me in stereotyped
kaleidoscopes and bleed me dryer than a desert and wetter
than a flood — will you opine and opiate in lies while I pine
In a vigil of frosts and intricate shadow-sun play

why do you greet an expectation of love and not love itself? ▬

Speak yer mind

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