Intent

She, with her plastic intention

Sweet smell, and rancid thought

Ran her finger from her lip

Her tongue in a tangle

Legs spaced at the knee

And her Her hair in a dangle

Penetrating eyes, that overcome my doubt

Perfect curves, image of fruit

Juicy and ripe, and ready to burst

Though sweet, it is sour

Though disturbing, so tempting

On hands and knees she crawls to me

Eyes never move

Heart cannot beat

Still locked, her hand now on me

I fall to the ground

And fall twenty feet

Her blanket around my brush

My hand in her touch

The red pair comes closer

They slip onto my face

I fall once more, into outer space

A wild vine grows rapidly around us

In the silence we scream

In our breath we roar

In my mind I forget

I release my reason

She is real

If not for another time

Just to exist right now

Stripped of my mind

Stripped to my body

Entangled in her roots, to rest the night

And to fuse, lose my sight

Make a river run down us

And never turn up soil

Get buried under it

And stay

In me, away

Her intention

Such devious intentions

Will I forget

Or fall down again