Senseless Times

The secret scent of the past tickles my consciousness with roses primed for ripening,

The secret taste of the present leaves a tang of iron and rust in its wake,

The auditory sensations sway my body to the temptations of your whispering breath,

Your lukewarm skin tempts my heart in lusty seduction, to yield and break,

Allow me to see your ghostly apparition, withering away, from my sheltering mind.

Set my senses free from this beautiful misery, let me go,

Why is it that I love you so?


— Me


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