Beauty enslaves on contact.
come or go but don’t just stand there in the doorway
you’re just an erotic hallucination
may you crack before I do.
smelling the flowers pressed against her neck
Memory is the gravity of the mind
Stare as long as you need to
She had her own fantasies to wait for
Chaos is endless longing — God’s pussycat.
Chaos danced first with Eros, then jealous Night