My heart tied up in you;
delving into the lost caverns
of the underworld.
copulating police cars crashing
in a never ending film noir script
of yours and mine own creation.
of our EXISTENCE;
packed like mercury
between thin blades
of glass, shimmering
utopia of gargantuan
of velvet sea
and white milk
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.