it hovers there
a vulgarity
in the vapid
orb of eternity
worms darting
into the occular

infinitesimal longing invisibly secures my every cell to the tantric call of your pulse in the seashell i cup over my ear as my every halted breath cries out in silent adoration

the underbelly of
spiral disenchantments
cast off wishes
weighing the line
in the black waters
off the shore
of beholden
dreamspite ridicule

can you hear the echo of my whispers as they oscillate along the fine hairs that coat your inner ear where my breath rustles like a summer breeze along your supple hippocampus

twisted in the
loveless algebraic
define the symbolism
so effortlessly
ignored in the
vulgarity hovering

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