P.R Deltoid

Dull monochrome drizzle intrudes
the freezing brittle breath
of forever winter;
Never so apt a season does
...

We are all ghosts-
ignorant to the hegemonic gravity of absurdity
pacing the tedious even steps of silent mediocrity
...

Your thighs are like a vista
my fingers trace every blemish
of your voluptuous landscape
-compelled to wonder
...

Cracked shards of existence
colour the expectations of my vision
and form broken realities
upon the floorboards of my mind.
...

I am seduced but yet disgusted
my imbued mind cannot be trusted
for intellect no longer holds such reason
why each tide of time and roll of season
...