When you see things from the outside...

milk and honey...
eyes raised up to challenge...
focus...smile...take it all in...

I see you climb me like a tree...
like a mountain...
your back is a canvas for mi fingertips...

Out sized...

Your hair falls into place...
Into my waiting hands...
eyes falling...eyes rolling back...

Your lips are bleeding blood red...
I have only kissed them...
you are the abused...auto-erotic abuser...

Let the flame die...
but not the fire...this earthly desire...
when we don't see with light...

I'm drawing lines across your thighs...
around your stomach, mystified...
taking me everywhere, but gently moving...

Now the piano begins to fall...
we are dragged back into red...
and all the blood is electric...
I can feel it run within my veins...
it feels warm...it feels and fills...

Now it's time...
to forget about time and consequence...
just lie here beside me, love...
just enjoy this mess we're in...

Painting by 'Phillip Corey'

...Heavy...

...Heavy...
you make me get up, you make it harder...
you raise the bar...further...
tell me how I taste, now with metal extensions...
assuming these all work, these applications...

Hone this art in secret...
what we do here is sacred and secret...

Partially falling apart...
gradually fading into the dark...
Part two was a revenge, part three is a revival...
and there it is...

yeah...!!
I'm open...
stand back, and hold on...
the thrust is not to trust...
I can't hold then down...
It's not so easy...

Stakes are raised and stabbed into grateful hearts...
of madness this relief comes, in pieces...

flying over the hornets nest...
the label that was once used is not applicable...
then you learn that it is not a test...
and that is even more despicable...
...λ۸gəH...