do not salute
i've been here before; same solitude
where familiar fears are born
mirrors are sworn to secrecy
especially when tears are worn in disbelief
when weekends appear, we morn; miserably
cheers... here's to whiskey, beer, & porn
& then there's weed; when the need to veer
everywhere she's near just swarms
but then this greed, grows horns
& my wants & needs, increase like yawns
when others do it
cousin i'm ruined, by her presence & absence, equally
what she says & thinks happens to be in sink with me
she doesn't flinch when she glimpses; her heart winks at me
instinctively, i present passion
so you'll melt, then unfasten your belt, while you speak to me
my intentions resist apprehension & quench, frequently
everything i say, i insist, is to weaken knees & convince, us to kiss
make out, make love... wake up, naked... order take out
take our, jamaican curry on the fire escape
surely admiring how fury & sirens relate
no worries, you & i are safe
from whoever hate or deny our race
to an apocalyptic state, like 'guerra mundial tres'
till our final day when we meet our saints
wait, before the devil calls & this last petal falls
we need our passports
so we can, jet ski our ass off
with our masks off, fuck like freaks
wrapped up on the beach, like we're lassos
my barkeep, has no more tea; see, this is last call
to be free, from this disease, of being an asshole
once the clock ceases, so does this castle
as i speak, on behalf of a beast
please, beauty come here
we need you i swear
yes, just be our guest...
be our guest… be our guest
sincerely, lumiere
solitude
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