An Empty Catacomb of Prayer #16

Mine.
My heart tied up in you;
delving into the lost caverns
of the underworld.

Hysterical directories;
copulating police cars crashing
in a never ending film noir script
of yours and mine own creation.

Dutiful summary
of our EXISTENCE;
packed like mercury
between thin blades
of glass, shimmering
utopia of gargantuan
proportions;

A diorama
of velvet sea
and white milk
froth.

The escape of our connection
and the limits of our continuum,

I razed the orchard with your pulse,
and the sweet smell of burning flesh
caught me off guard.

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Mine.
My heart tied up in you;
delving into the lost caverns
of the underworld.

Hysterical directories;
copulating police cars crashing
in a never ending film noir script
of yours and mine own creation.

Dutiful summary
of our EXISTENCE;
packed like mercury
between thin blades
of glass, shimmering
utopia of gargantuan
proportions;

A diorama
of velvet sea
and white milk
froth.

The escape of our connection
and the limits of our continuum,

I razed the orchard with your pulse,
and the sweet smell of burning flesh
caught me off guard.

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