glamoured arrays of darkness
with
fulfillment in tiny particles of sunshine
at dusk there is a suttle hint of imperfection
and
at dawn a forbidden taste of succulence
riped with enamored emotions of lust
for
the hearts to computate compatability
to
redetermine their fates
to
redeem the supposed unredeemable
to
repair the ripple effects of sudden trauma
to
relinquish what is most desired
to
relish in imfamous revelry
to
LOVE OURSELVES FIRST
