The essence of desire

"Wondering what you mean to your lover..."

So who craved who the most? To her it certainly felt that her desire was all consuming, And could burst at any moment, Into a mass of tiny rainbow coloured beads, Which flopped through the air, And crashed onto the...

Dances she upon the breezeOf his exhaled and infinite satisfied dreams,With sun scorching pity on her paper heart,So ripped and lost in explosive perfumeWhere her soul creeps in silence,In shadows and void.Waste and void,Waste and void,Waste and void and her...