fighting for his soul.
It's the only thing convincing him
that he is not a deity.
Coming down from cumulus
aerobic respiration
seems another heartache--
With carbon comes decay.
Behold the nonplussed fathers
who chew on their dismay
while the constant blight
of paperweights
helps to build a harem.
It's waterlogged and sutured.
It's serpentine and slow.
Stolen kisses taste the best
and guilty heads will roll.
Currently reading:
"Love & Misadventure" by Lang Leav.
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