DEVOTE (LIPS).
Devote this relation to an eternal decade
For a sweet accommodation of your target's red line
Afraid of the risk, of this way, of this soul-mate
Possess the light, yourself, and this hand
A lot of lips for you ...
Stop the survey, stay still and listen
Walk in rhythm* and get rid of this perfume
Swallow* the air of nothing and control the wasting
Devil's day or integral blasphemy
a lot of lips for you
No idea, no option, just stay straight and see
Slobbering desire because no yesteryear magus
Hallucinating mirage. Why nothing ? Why afraid of ?
Just some falsifying regrets and inclinations which are never overloaded
© Simon Eve 2007
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