winding round my finger a vine of times disdain
calloused
endlessly unrepentive
purity in vain
sounds soaring through the mind by mouths struck dumb
the choir sings the truth so loud only deafness leaves you numb
in sacred silence you become the death
a simmering heart upon the lions breath
a wolfen mouth feasting upon the pestilence
ingestion of the softest seeds spawn quietly
a partially gestated infinity
give me a world of we
a hand inside a hand appeased
now a timeless mind is sated
deftly ununiquely antiquated
a time for soul struck consummation
a hierarchy of solemn respiration
breaths so deep they belay the distress
put your lips to mine my infinitesimal seductress
the requiem of my hearts ardor
the cause of my knees languor
slipping back into hands familiarly entrained to untrain my fears
to destroy all qualms I have set in arrears
handle this life with a new exquisite
handle this life with a new type of infinite