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Click hereLook at me wide eyed.
Draw an ill informed sigh
between lush parted lips,
gloss tinted erotica trips
softly moaned like mantras
under bedazzled breath,
dazed and drunken daredevil
on inflammable infatuation.
This is not staged,
but the tinted lens
of my perception,
capturing the capturer
of an aching attention
between a raven black sky
and a crimson black sea.
Two downcast beacons,
indigo black lash framed
circles of eternity,
ascending to nexus
one fluttering blink
at the time.
Look at me wide awake,
daydreamer, nightflyer.
Pull like gravity
my own gaze, descending
towards a rising blush,
and my will and breath
to the naked texture,
invitation in bloom.
Framed just below
two tense shoulders
and just above
a gentle silk embrace,
fuelling my envy.
Look at me, alert
through seven senses.
Smell my hair while you
taste the hunger
like acid milk on the tip
of your tongue.
And know,
just know my presence
in the faint quakes
of a beating heart.
Look at me wide eyed,
like I dream you dream
to one day be able to,
and allow the creation
of paths in the grid,
that to this day
remained untreaded.
Hell of a great poem, Liar. That first stanza, as an opening image is very strong and holds throughout. This is a surreal erotic and I think your title is tops it off fine.