I would have liked to talk but you
didn't speak to me
I'm porcelaine to it -
You're used to be chased after;
and react for a distraction
but where is now
into you is turned - I poured
all your demons -
into the flame lit in her eyes
and looked into yours.
They said of us - "you're not the first"
but for innocence - lost
there is no way out
was it this or that hole or was it -
but then you realize like flesh
into loosh it is released.
the coupling lasts, like marriage
which into a bond is made
like virginity sealed.
I only walked around you once
then like a string
did you feed into it.
You were like violent orgasms to it
like a ruby drawn into a cross
giving birth to a child -
So much which isn't seen but
beneath the surface -
hypnotized - it is all revealed:
the door is unlocked.
Yet what's intelligence worth
when it's all artificial,
automatic programs
in a pretend-to-be content system
even humans - what's beauty
for some surgery -
and some chemical weapons
injected in your face,
It suddenly doesn't matter
but for the chaufet.
It's in your hands - it's innocence
which is regained.
Stay or go home
or anywhere but here, be a whore
to him, but with refinement -
suddenly more classy
than the clothes you wear;
I'm not your friend
but not your enemy either,
like a kiss on the belly.
Have a Toothless - made you
paradise anew,
the choice is yours
You're not a prostitute - Holy, Holy
doeth thou Become
It is the old ritual
to sit in the Garden and wait for
thy beloved to know thee
adjourns you for a crown
to set for jewels instead.
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