Forest Floor EnraptureForest Floor EnraptureForest Floor Enrapture
Your tendrils twine toward thick, tapering willows, Your head lolls on loamy moss pillows; God of the jade forest floor, How you bewitch me, bring me down To the level of creepy-crawlers and grass-stalkers. And how I want to enchant you with the likes Of your hold over me, to move your roots, Transform them into rivulets of milk and honey, So I can drink of you, never feeling shame; Never feeling unworthy.
I Hope You Can't SleepI Hope You Can’t SleepI Hope You Can't Sleep
I'll stay a while longer. "Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul..."
"Follow me down..." Some things are meant to make us happy, I'll retrace my steps and tell you how it goes. My nostalgia might bring you back, But you're still chasing your nova. I'm reading my memories and you're plotting your escape. Maybe we can rest for awhile. We'll draw on your ceiling, Decorate it with stickers of our desires, So we can sleep under the moon and the stars.
Last Chance to AdvanceLast Chance to Advance Beyond HumanLast Chance to Advance
(Happy 200th Birthday to Charles Darwin)
The carpet etching cuneiform into my sweating, shaking knees; My spine curving pious toward an icon for the centuries; The greatest story ever told or the best lie ever sold?
Do I question alone as hot tears sizzle over swollen cheeks, Sweetened by the promise of eternity, or beaten for crimes human?
E conchis omnia and the laborious jelly, swimming and loving his way to higher
*shivers*
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