Cold August mornings flicker under blue light
The steam rises to my ears, hips swaying back and forth
Melodies spinning black and white
You stand there, a hallucination
A wonderful, beautiful-
danger
Like a spider, you spin your webs around me
Not white but red
How did I think that you were the key?
The darkness that used to envelope me has now disappeared
Sombre souls lightened
Weird
As my mug touches my lips, memories flash
Dancing on Swanston Street, naked between the sheets
Crimson thickness causing a gnash
I swipe at invisible tears as they swell
Impossible laughs
No-one to listen, no-one to tell
Ares inflicts emotions within me
Fear of the unknown spiralling
As did the endless longing to be free
Down, down, down I twist
Up, up, up I miss
You simply give me a kiss
A hand curls its way around my waist, and I smirk
The echoes fade to black nothingness
Why did you lurk?
Hello, you
Janus has shown me the way
And now the sky changes back to blue
Temptation drove him away
The wild mystery gone
You, anew, are no Broadway
You have conjured a scheme to my true self
You have paired an Apple Blossom with an Aloe
And placed it on my shelf
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