solisis

I am the center of the prolix. Minute detail overlooked in the tactless blending of an alcohol induced blur. Swept lines to you and a cascade of brilliance for all to gaze upon majestically. Your tune a touch under par. This is the ticket to your desired furlough.

Step with me then a stagger left to hold the bar and secure myself for a minute. Long enough to compliment your eye lashes with a delicate kiss to the lids closed and candy scented. You have become more priceless than my hands and ears and eyes and everything I could ever obtain from them. You, this hidden spring. This terra incognita. The one I should unearth and claim as my own deep implanted desire. Come closer to me and issue a twist of pain with those blinding hands and svelte body of silk. You are the all destroying nepenthe for this anathema. He who quakes a tear for every memory called to stand post in another day wrought with a torturous decay.

I jest.

I should say that I misproportion the facts in effort to increase your apparent value to me. To give you a taste of what I feel. Indulge in it, my crescent shaped star. It is you I look to for the light of night, not that satellite of greed.

Still it then. Attract this heart and shut the gates. There shall be no escape for a phantom who loves you enough to hate your being in order to satisfy you. Unlearn what you have learned. Unfeel what you feel. Do become then. Do become me.