Palm fed her heart burns
Defenseless against desire
False words abandon
(You can read this two ways because I am sneaky like that in the first way, which is positive, you can read it as true love makes us honest, makes us clearly visible our defenses betray us or you can read it as flattery can feed our egos incite our passions but that in the end it leaves us with nothing)
The timing is off in those biological clocks
That cater strictly to cosmetic appetites
Egos blazing, nebulous hearts hover
Never falling deeper than a crush.
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Dirty mouths and hands hunger for that
Which a synthetic self can neither posses
Nor offer. Love does not reflect in pantomime
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We move through a bleak and predatory landscape,
Touch notwithstanding, we suffer behind the
Detaching impetus to assume caricature
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We are slabs of flesh cut and stitched lifeless into the skyline
Of an opaque and necrotic future. Bated breath, stagnate
We move critically out of synch with nature, eyes
No longer a torch, our vision lines the walls in darkness
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Submission for The Sunday Whirl
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