Beyond reason


My wanton hatred

Excites beneath surface tension

Hell bent on

A lack of response.

But as the night opens

Certain flowers into

Scent-ual bloom

I can no longer contain

This heat in one room

And bubbles brim

Up and over

Surface tension grating

At my spine

All dirty  and hotted

And supine



I allow your desire

To penetrate my walls

(to do just that)

And after all

This wanton hatred

Is merely aesthetic

And when

All I wanna do is

‘get it’

My inner pause

Erased over seconds

Comes in triplicate…


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