Bloodshot eyes from stolen sleep- Eroticism from a punishing kiss- Kissing devotions dizzing my inner demons- Ghostly muses roused again into a stirring frenzy- Offering me once again the intoxication of- A former life- Trembling my solace in an already unholy communion- A final peace- In lush flesh- I pause- Rest my body-in-motion- The ceasing illumination of what- I thought was freedom- Is an excuse for gluttony- --------------------------------- I’m trying to be holy- Freeing the trash of thousands of years- In between my feet- I want to take that big leap- Swing on the halo- And do a back flip on god’s doorstep- -a perfect score of 10.0- The scriptures says- Only, if I land on my feet-Birth sign: Libra
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