Emotion crowds my thoughts,
between the sighs of eternity I smile,
warmth of the past holds me dear,
Joy,
Joy is my last passion.
Storms of exposition,
expose me so,
Just tap your feet,
No more worries,
no more love, No more pain,
Just cure it,
Cure the--
Find the sweet silk,
Innocence of kneaded fingers,
kissers of deformity,
I dance to you,
Sweets.
Let us sway,
sway,
beyond,
velvet tears,
no more dancing,
Mother has become Sister,
Brother is now Father,
let us sway,
sway from our agony,
kisses from rotting flesh,
they are the true angels,
decieve my lover's,
Pool of scarlet,
leave me waiting,
for the body.
Tempt me into thinking,
into dreaming,
into wishing,
tangled limbs of perspiration.
Do understand,
Do try,
Do not,
Do so,
Decieve my Lover's--
Lips.


By Devious Scone