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Contently meloncholy, enigmatic, intense adoration. Or so I felt when writing :)

Brassy tones thaw into each other
Cryptic in mergence
Under soot terrain which somehow soaks our feet
And Venus strikes us
With her lightening bolt of amore

The firey strike melts our skin
We bleed fleshy wax, dripping from our skulls
And knee bones
Stockpiling our secrets and hot breath
Into heaps

And her son bats his wings
Flying
Circulating the stockpile in general humdrum
Looking for the best aim
To fuse the waxy phenomenon
Into the cryptic copper coated sky