Enamoration Evaporation

It's been a long time since he has heard
Her passionless moans and felt her
Machine precisioned nail scratches on his back
For this reason and only
He stumbles across pavements
Vomits his dispair down a public drain
Makes friends with dancing inebriated sailor pirates
Trying to make sense, heads or tails
The demise of love, the decimation of trust
Primordial and ancient
A desire to fire
Cluster bombed semen into her semantic manholes
He winges and moans and complains
Just like a child at the end of his wits
Cheeks plastered with molten chocolate remnants

"Please sir, I beg you madam, just let me have..."
"Some more!"

A bedtime paradox meant to lull a restless child
Into the eternal sleep of self doubt and pride
Vignetting the seance, fucking the long lost dead
Dreading of sweating in a bed next to none other.

"You write with your hand, but it's Rimbaud's arm."
@zenmotherfucker