Perfection Pitch Black


My thoughts translucent her sexual appetite
comes in abundance from whence the
soul came,
like darkness in the rain,
blue blood
flowing through our veins, though my sickness
still remains.
Oh what will come from this glowing light
When creations starts over
and there's only night.
My projections of ecstasy find me waiting
impatiently,
now my soul split again,
I find my soul fate within,
my heart again beats rapidly,
we play like children
never knowing what happened to thee.
Cutting through time like a knife
a billion times you become my life.
It's been done many times and I can never get
the knack, when time comes back around,
leaving love alone
in perfection pitch black.

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