work of art
to not stop the insanity of love, a tenderly memories' cascade intones thru the veins of a poet, gentle breaths masked in lust from an elixir of a laced chalice guided by the kissed dreams in the whispers of the wishes, a sense triumphs into a passion grounded into a time undirected, longing's gravity it gesticulates charming confessions about us, miming geography of our words never problems just work of art
