Unnamed Yet For You

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It is never the time

To deny myself

The joys what was brought on a sword

That smote

Love

We got fucked up

Somberly, dreadfully by us

And by the demons

Why regret?

Why regress in the dreadful pits?

I know

I am bound by bounds, I am too old

Just that I forgot to add, for you…

No, why escape?

Barbs sometimes choose to be irritants,

And men are thorns

When they want you in the morns

They do speak out and leak

As they kiss

Orgasmic feelings come undeniably

I do have an inclination to ask

Or lurk around

Tell me, why do you cry? Or dream?

There are dreads, immature felicity

And alacrity, in thoughts that say

Our tomorrow in temporal frames

Is all you dread?

We are just there,

Love bares breasts

And exodus!

We have promises,

Betrothed, before me, in death

The moon waned,

The Muse wed to Hades

Lingering undressed

Instincts pledged

Solemnized on speeding throbs of a heart

Who would ever know

What the drunkard dreams of-

His yes blurred, slurring echoes

of darkness of love lost

reinforced melancholia

We know inadequately

What was played in the subconscious

Signals stuck amid

The sex act,

As we cursed and said,

Fuck!