temptation creeps to you like rapists in the night
Above a dust bowl and watching the wind whip through the permanently bent trees. Scorch with the sun upon the thirsting terrain.
Tempt with one of my eight legs, a sultry claw tearing along your dirty cheek. Blink my many eyes one or two at a time contemplatively.
Lightly armored feet tread in a meandering fashion along the fern-framed path. Sunlit energy filters through the green glass leaves like a church window, and the pools of live light splash along the way. My pupils warm like dark, deep pools of rain.
The wind bends her finger along the bottom of my chin; tendril forming tendril in the tendrils of my locks. Strong spine breaks back as I succumb to the whim of whirl.
Pancake the cold sand in the palms of hands and I let the white foam or mermaid soul work its way to build a momentary fortress across my knees. Fall back with a sound and soundless bump and the feeling of being swallowed is frightening but entriguing.
Because when I'm lying in the rock palm and I see the cross in the stars I know it could happen and I have to say I'm trying to sink back but I can't stop staring into the mirror reflection or her and me and us and we.
Tempt with one of my eight legs, a sultry claw tearing along your dirty cheek. Blink my many eyes one or two at a time contemplatively.
Lightly armored feet tread in a meandering fashion along the fern-framed path. Sunlit energy filters through the green glass leaves like a church window, and the pools of live light splash along the way. My pupils warm like dark, deep pools of rain.
The wind bends her finger along the bottom of my chin; tendril forming tendril in the tendrils of my locks. Strong spine breaks back as I succumb to the whim of whirl.
Pancake the cold sand in the palms of hands and I let the white foam or mermaid soul work its way to build a momentary fortress across my knees. Fall back with a sound and soundless bump and the feeling of being swallowed is frightening but entriguing.
Because when I'm lying in the rock palm and I see the cross in the stars I know it could happen and I have to say I'm trying to sink back but I can't stop staring into the mirror reflection or her and me and us and we.