randomly
your sprawling eye has no hurricane
a gentle edge, a softer rain,
that scent you wear, like cakes baking
I get pulled into your shop as I walk by,
and you stand there enticing me
dissecting my vision, slicing me,
the flotation tank of your eyes
I see your untruths as they rise,
burning blind this furnace of vocation
falling into a pride so steeped in secrecy,
in your hot house something thrives
a green house weed flails dominant,
a sedated malady, a referral for a dose
in the distance i can hear para-diddles faintly,
drummed senselessly on my heart as your rose
is placed upon my mouth, randomly.....gently
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