"In a Forest With Creepy Crawlies"My chest implodes with those very words-
So faint does love smell and yet always
Never fails to taint.
Rising to a swaying rhythm is your hips
Moving and going with that flow.
Majesty, majesty, with a heart of gold,
With a soul of an embittered youth bold,
Will you reach for the sun?
It lays there, just beyond other fruits ripe
Golden skin waiting to be shed under nails.
Will you take the first slice and own the rest?
Will you be the first to harvest this one alone and on its prickling best?
Your heart so cold only replies as it tugs,
"I don't think we could ever... I don't.."
So when you lay fanned out for those to see,
Pretty pictures among dead and rotting leaves,
A grave sight does the core leave in your palm,
You were there for the piracy of purity and then you were gone.