Daughter of a sacred lamp revolves in passion’d fantasy.
Lego bricks and carpet burns, smeared lipstick & crystal meth.
Do you care if I tell the truth about the things I’ve seen?
This poor migrant who wanders through the night.
I see you. I see your face.
How many times have you smiled since before?
Have you bled over the lover beneath?
Have you torn at her flesh with the hunger born of death?
The rain outside falls. Pours. Washes over thorns of sex.
Watch the children play and see their hands.
Could you whisper infidelity to mom?
Or would you raise the issues with another failed law abiding deceiver?
Lets attach some love & laugh a little shall we?
Let us enjoy her while she’s skipping!
Select a decent night and travel nude. Inflict her with your dreams of youth.
Would she smile? Would she gratefully please? Would she even make you breakfast and pour you wine?
Sure, a mishmash of thoughts; these dreams that play with you inside.
Have you asked her for money or seen her played?
Experienced kisses tickle her precious face. Though I say nothing for her love.
I sacrifice my virginity for her. A showered wall of heat. Or fun.
But back to you.
A strange idea in a strange man’s night.
Have you understood my dreams? Have you brought the sacrifice?
Have you lain her out and bedded her fast & married her with strong sense of new age worth?
A quiet night. Naked clothes enrobe my girl.
I set my eyes on her and smile. Thorns will grow and tolerate flesh.
She will murmur soft decay as I fumble with the buttons of my life.
& I’d like you to understand my friend.
But I’ll let you watch instead.
~ hazy dreams of love & longing, of purity, of beauty, of HER, of them. intoxication.
© Ed Simkins
– Remember, not everything you read is at it seems!!! Or at least the way it’s portrayed!