interrupt
:: beneath an urban moon
and thus she met the prince of night;
and this is what he said;
“that we who follow passion’s flight,
wear black but feel in red.
“that the things that we imagine,
forthwith unthinkable by day,
come easy as a song to sing,
along the binary highway.
“such is the nature of the spirit,
unconquered though it fell,
irreal, and yet we feel it,
throughout our earthbound shell.
“we cajole, tease and promise,
to succeed in our seductions,
we plead with word and kiss,
to bloom the flower of corruption.”
and thus along the electric streets,
and beneath an urban moon,
in the first of a million heartbeats,
she let her flower bloom.
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having it all
i used to be looking for love
(of the really great kind, you know; the kind where forever isn’t too long;
that eternity is the merest h e a r t b e a t, in which to breathe the breath of you)
but
(seeing as i couldn’t find it; anywhere, everywhere at all)
i decided to go looking for really great sex instead.
and then it struck me
POW
“what makes you think that really great sex would be easier to find than really great love?”
i couldn’t answer that, see,
no
.
AND
(this is so much more important)
“have you ever been in love when the sex hasn’t been really great?”
i couldn’t answer that either
(except for the time i fell for you; but, of course, you didn’t feel the same way,
but that doesn’t really count; because if we had slept together – if – it’d have been REALLY GREAT, so,
yeah)
which is why,
in a
r
o
u
n
d
a
b
o
u
t
way,
i’m still looking for love.
(anywhere, everywhere at all)
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