i am you are she is you are they are

there's passion somewhat fruity
intrinsic ginger beauty
but ropes of raw desire
that stop it reaching higher

it's all been seen before
by two no more than four
the climax never was
the reason just because

your face gives me the shivers
the others make me wither
it's foolish to write stories
of impossible glory

in ninety minutes time
my soul will cease to rhyme
the rhythm fall apart
and drone of life restart

a painful few days later
the talk will be sedater
the blips will become flatter
and nothing else will matter

you need to know that you
and anything you do
is everything i lust
without you windswept dust

2016-05-05