The two-way street that love desires
Is but a wish
Carved hollow by its
Love's salivation is something
That only acquires my tobacco,
Something that I define arid.
The Song of Solomon
Should emitt tears of fire
At the sight of Winter's lungs
Respiring through my veins.
Indeed my soul readies itself
To become the devil's clay.
Observing cautiously, frowning endlessly,
God will never see the kiln, nor will Mary
Veil herself with a new moon.
I'm afraid the sun should never
Receive it's reflection through me,
Nor shall the trees confide
In my eyes of green.
Sneezing for a single blessing,
Praying in search of prayer,
An unknown entity inside me
Bleeds with a desire never quelled.
To park in a lot of handicapped dreams was to live,
Thus I found myself alive in ambition's dry blood.