The world’s gone dark – absent,
on Monday night.
A scene set by steaming,
emergent passion.
Clear thoughts ripped apart and burned
again and again in a furnace
fired by the human soul.
Clinging hard to sound judgment,
resisting fright,
a voice turns high, screaming
in urgent fashion.
Beautiful, confused, concerned.
A silent alarm cutting the darkness,
deep within the human skull.
…Sensitivity and great intensity
surpass desire, achieving new height…
Grand images of power
echo until nothing else matters.
Lust battles reduction,
caught up in physical struggles…
…Mysteries of gravity and density
unravel like wire, on Monday night…
As the antique clock strikes the next hour,
each and every glass slipper shatters.
Mid orgy destruction,
perpetrated in snuggles.
