Unreasoned reason

I don’t know why, my hand

Trembles like an old man

When the sun strikes my window

While my lips crave for a cusp

Of my muse. Drowning merrily

Inside the bitter-pleasure of her voluptuous body. She lies there, still and dark, all the darkness

Surrounding her eyelids as she flutters

In my reflection of my grotesque

Image; cast in God’s face.

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