can we divine the time
or resolve these
obscene moments
hidden in rhyme

draped in rituals of an artificial kiss
anonymous masks shine best
under pale street lights of vague intent

i’ve walked for seven years
through a desert of
dubious daisy-chains
conquered and committed
to a false image of love

dizzy in the fury of subdued chemistry
pirate souls glow
as euphoric fires burn low
tempting the gods
and demanding peace

anticipation
and tired temptation
should we surrender
to this conditioned equation
disavowed daily
how long can we pacify
this hungry solicitation ?