Sickness, and dysfunction

I felt you
Wrap yourself around sickness
A sickness better than any dysfunction I could offer you.
It was, of course, a trick of the light,
An empty, degraded vision in my mind.
But, free as you are, and bound as I am,
All is possible.

Funny, really, how satisfaction is to man,
As brain is to a donkey.

I told myself, "pull yourself together,
It's all good.
It's all fan-tas-tic."

Fan-tas-tic.
Fantas-tick-tock-tick.

Is it?

You write it down, lest you forget.

Sink

Duality

Despite

It was a nightshademorning.
We sat huddled together
Against a coffeeblue backdrop;
Condoning the cold in sleepysilentwhispers.
Shadows shivershuffled past us,
Bitch-tits swinging in the wind.

And yet, I paid no attention.
For I was warm,
From the heat of your lips.

Pale green eyes

Raining leaves, in shades of red:
A dying autumn has sparked and spread.
And in the presence of amber skies,
I saw a smile, and pretty eyes.
Pretty eyes, in shades of green:
Pale,
And dreamy,
And dead serene.