12.25.2009

Merely Fiction.

Run away to a field
and swim off with me
let's evade this life
with this foul final deed.

We'll inhale all the death
to keep the colors alive
if only we can flee
in this doting reverie.

How I wish to return
the seductive powder, liquid dirt
but foremost your tasty skin
truly bitter to begin with.

We lust after the danger,
the volatile mess our mission
and the love it was real
as a figment of merely fiction.