The magic of reflected love
If our lives aren’t real,
If it’s all just a silly game.
What sick fucking bastard,
Programmed the dying day.
Why would decay be fun?
How we rot whilst still alive.
How we see each other wither,
In front of our eyes.
If our lives are just an entity’s muse,
Only in data we exist.
I’m gonna go viral,
Cos we’re dying and I’m pissed!
I drift in and out,
Of meetings, of lives.
I disappear, I reappear,
Accidentally contrived.
Here, then one day gone,
Lost in the crowd, the throng.
But you get what you see,
So please, please keep your eyes on me.
Cosmetic flaws that get in the way
A woman’s worth, strangled desire
I have a sexual life, and I want to live
So much love, so much to give
Is it my mind? My spire?
And all those things that you say?
I want to blend with you
All immodesty and immersive
I know how you feel
Your pink skin, so soft
I know how you feel
Within your gushy heart
I know how you feel
When your body looks at mine
Oh…the games we play
Igniting us both like fire
Passionate, collaborative
I revel in you my beautiful man❤️
You are simply magnificent ❤️
If you could amplify
Would your feelings justify?
Our fingers, all interlocked
And those tiny understandings
Slipping between them
Around and over,
Over and around
Catching your eye
So shiny and new
…I just get you
And you just get me…
And the silence in that
Pervades
I love you Beast❤️