PEEL

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5073]

Put pen to paper as I was unable to remember

When you left in misty December

It was lost in a sea of cerebral mystery

Call it what you will

A defence mechanism or a schism spill

However, the ink on sheet made me think of our first meet

TWO LOTHSOME LONESOMES MARRIAGED IN MUSING MARROW

Our eyes met as I took my first inept step

The windows were partially shut

But I could still see the essence perfumed in smut

You had a body to undress, with a mind that caused distress

If I stared to closely, I became a sticky mess

An early encounter of skeletal probing

Of all seeing and all knowing

A shallow depth that swallowed, yet still I followed

It was about the shell and of the spell of pleasure it could entice

Yet I took a chance and threw the dice, not once neither twice

Was warned, was scorned asunder as I plundered

Yet I took to the altar as I looked into your windows and then saw the prose of your falter

TWO CONFUSED COCOONED IN BLUE MUSE

I never gave you what you need

A Uterine teemed with seed

That’s when you hit me with the bomb

Against all instincts, you tried to right the wrong

With passions of past

I knew then that I was laid cast

As it hit me full on, I tried to right the wrong

BUT OUR TIME WAS GONE

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