A Cry Is Heard
Superhuman I see a superhuman
Standing in the gateway
Loving as if
A tragic tomorrow did not exist
Love is a trader of lust for longevity
A crusader for losing a limb
And being distraught
When out of a blue sky
A cry is heard
By god
And weaves of wings and fingers
Collect your heart and send it reeling to
Another luxury you seem to be able to afford
Currency is a lush green meadow
To see the stars in
Because the taste is so delicious
Golden hot and fiery red
Your sixth charka desires
Balance
And feeding
Posing for another warm breath
And just another beginning
You steam the shower with no hot water
Spending lust currency as if it were a river
Running through trembling groin
Pillaging through shared memories
I see love as infinity
And divinity
And serenity
Healing and hoping for the next life
To find you again
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