Fate.

It's really all so simple.

It's really just sublime.

The richness of this soil skin

with all the palms of time.

*hold here and breathe, dear*

Slinking into

the wonder of a naked breath,

deep in the wetness of the chest.

Holes here to seep.

Holes here for seeds.

This skin the soil of early days,

last night, the sun's rays

create a net of possibility,

elasticity,

a wave fragility.

Oh, but now the plot is out of focus,

only the soul to see.

please

visualize the fire.

please

immortalize the fire.

please

un-quench your desire.

Go on now

and feel

the buried ire…

The seed...

Just lift

yourself from the mire…

*breathe deeply and sigh here*

Spread your naked neck

for your inner vampire.

Don't you see?

It's really all so simple,

the possession, it's divine.

A ring around

your bleeding heart;

a single touch, defined.

One drop of lust

sinking slowly into

the meaningless crush of luck.