There is something to be learned from a rainstorm. When meeting with a sudden shower, you try not to get wet and run quickly along the road. But doing such things as passing under the eaves of houses, you still get wet. When you are resolved from the beginning, you will not be perplexed, though you still get the same soaking. This understanding extends to everything.
					That slow hum……a distant relapse of past vanities. Yet this home stasis of never able to contain this………..grows bore some with petite demons dancing around a flame of intricate design. Perhaps a flicker and a crackling of wooden charred ambers sets the rhythm to the pace of wretched steps and hungry lies. A melancholy approach to something unattainable and rather disgusting. A blurred cause of trite expressions and overdone argument. Placated onward by things that baffle the logic of sound being and sane mind. Or rather sane heart. But there in rests the problem the heart was never sane nor was it tame. So the pitter patter of sporadic pulses perhaps transcends this sense of right and the thoughts of as it should be.
Slow foot falls The cascading waters of my arrival. You shift in hunger a certain emotion that settles upon survival. A simple glance a faded chance……a twisted stance that lets you know im seeking your chamber. Something to tame her I think not. But a horrid expanding commanding demanding the landing of starved beasts. The mind readies for its feast. The body readies for its abuse. You see not caring drove me to this point. And your scent dragged me in.  A noose to let me dangle in the winds of ice. I can see you Sucking upon the frozen shaft. Your breathing shutters to gasp. The movements take to the task and my motion sets the fluids of rivers into oceans. The abyss reached and now the lost containment shatters the concepts of all that matters. So drown in this feeding creature. The thing that is needing your warmth and rage. Frustration and desire taken out on my body flesh cage. The digital pulses stumble forward in the mix of our own sounds. A Volume placed to match the beating muscle of red liquid. That’s pumping the sickness and deliberate melodies of ambient felonies that steer the helm of me and you. A cadence of sorts off key yet rhythm is d minor off pace. The expression of sweat riding your face the deflowering of grace… AN exhilarating taste.  Musky scent a sweetened fragile aroma that sends my common functions into a coma.  Let us fill the empty pit the monster we are slaves to, that seeks to only set us free. My eyes empty the visions as they close, the lids shift into a moving pose as spasms begin to flutter like a moth’s wings with razored Intent. The vision blurs as the body is bent. Vapors pour from her lower vent which then floats to coat the steel links. Forced to the brink as you drink of my tender madness The depths of flames breeched upon the peak of writhing heat that melts into the merging implication of pain shifting your mind to defeat as the senses stray away from common allowing the hurt to feel so sweet. . . A cry is moaned in what seems to be a dream engulfed within a stream that filters the air with a cryptic adulterous scene. Your nails embed into my muscled flesh, as your lower lips clench as if in a cardiac arrest. The waves crash into disarray the darkness collides with the blackest day as the sun imploding molds your body like an amiable clay. A whisper of sorts to define my name. I’m  your unmentioned shame…..  Your shadowy Whore. A tear licked into my parting lips as you beg for more, yet push me away. The scriptures in your eyes pleading for me to never speak or say yet to never let go knowing I can never stay. I paint my face with a soft smirk as you crumble in your acts of being led astray.
		Discontent