Pointless enigmas, clear innuendos
Violet dresses, sharks in the background.
The taste of alcohol tickling, feeling so clear.
Will I ever be near?

Affable evil, deliberate movement
Gorgeous and pretty, feeling so lurid.
Sizzling, bubbling, filling the soul with sweet fear.
Will I ever be near?

Senseless vibration, rivers of fire
Red destination, chocking desire.
Tearing apart my gossamer threads with a sneer.
Will I ever be near?

Round intersection, mimical voices
Fast exultation, a cell filled with choices.
Living with anguish, thinking of you O my dear.
Will I ever be near?