never have seen your eyes

the muse got me under her wings and carried me to places of eugenic beauty of form and grace but never seen you as sole bird of hypnotic cosmopolitan fame rather as recreation of my own phantasy thirst and crave like blind painter i draw your lines my lines of connecting fragments i drink of you and touch you not in this tragic hyperlife of digital sea of diction waiting in line of my new cruxifiction poetic nails not bleed but heavier the dome of existence that will carry me to your hills to love you and cherish you as eidolon of memory lost exotic pathos of ascetic decadence sin maybe sweet but how i ask to be the only sinner that never sinned with you. forsaken i see you not and see your signs that torture me so many years behind your steps in your discoveries of self you took me and pin me into your lust of skin not ending not with temporal love but with hermetic taste and smells of virgin blood and summer breezes and sudden narcotic glyphopetals and you lick my wounds in your caves of erotogenic cell your soul given not given to my candle endings you seek me out you close me in with my loving exarsis and my dreamwings