he needs only a moment,a glimpse
of heavy eyelids to corrupt with visions
a mind still longing for blue and arms
and Heaven
tangled insides,tense flesh,stone mouth-
pieces of his cosmic game,which he
caresses with lust and delight,
all to my imaginary demise
night should be his comfort,yet he comes
when solar tides taint the walls
and burn my thighs and pierce my soul
like the gust of fear I've been running from
for so long
tomorrow sounds like Hell,yet today hurts no less-
the limbo of my patched up happiness
can't be escaped,can't be erased
I'm doomed,but all I want
is to make him stay till dark
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