Dirt

Bitter battered beaten, and in those tender greens of yesterday I did lie opaque, and now I lie here flat and flustered fastened down by clouds of glee canvassed into a rotten embrace wherecoloredinks of sensitive memory bleach my cotton walls. But that sweet nectar could not float without any such discern, suckled and dry like watching paint, absorbing the sweet scented muse which dripped from her breast, her beauty dripped ardently on my brow, her dimpled body in an innocent frock. Murder me - murder - me like you would rape - me and gag me, open me like Pandora’s box in reverse forever adored by each other’s misery, forever adorned by our intimacy, come back to me but never come back again.