In my perfect, flawless, selfish world,
Your eyes would fade to grey.
Your skin would luster slate by night
And bitumen by day.
In my perfect, flawless, selfish world,
You'd cease to smile or speak;
Your mouth would neither conjure words
Nor stretch from cheek to cheek.
In my perfect, flawless, selfish world,
Your limbs would freeze in place;
You'd stiffen straight, forget your feet,
Lie still in my embrace.
In my perfect, flawless, selfish world,
Your body would lie flat,
A cutout of your former self
And monochrome, at that.
In my perfect, flawless, selfish world,
Your heart and mind would grieve;
You'd cease to comfort, charm, or cheer,
. . . but at least you'd never leave.
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And bitumen by day.
Oooh, I just love that line. . .*shivers* It kindof reminds me of the preparations for a mummy's burial, perhaps the South American ones where they made a mask of obsidian?
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Orgy-porgy, Ford and fun,
Kiss the girls and make them One.
Boys at one with girls at peace;
Orgy-porgy gives release.
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You.
Yes, you.
Thanks!
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