Xing-
The catatonic, ironic void of plutonic perception – slips off like sleeves.
Tease a fetish, fleshed by faith
Till base-lines of broader bones – sculpt an age with ease.
As in sorrow stricken, life forbidden humanity seeps in shade
A sour fade to burn a taste – Xing out the carnal trade.
Obey.
Drown, and drain absent the want.
Taunt out a transient goon of gallows haunt.
Sardonic balance on hind feet, tethering the parallelism –
Only while bending, bathing in neon; banish the symbolism.
We provoke panic to inspire
Thriving to be admired by fire – and bedroom liars.
Lie upon me now; soaked in salt – as in us all, is the love for fault.