When May Yin meets December Yang on a cosmic crossroad
A transient disturbance occurs fueled by chance and wonder
There is no safe zone here, monsters are jolted to life
no warning or reason, all fear subsides
instincts glowing like tattoos – May’s fingertips lingering
underneath welcomed bruises intoxication leaking
No mistakes just divine evolutionary predilection
May is December’s new favorite medication
There is no harbor to turn back to now
And they both know
That as soon as May realizes that ooze can be forced to rhyme with soothe
against its will
there is no hopeful happy ending
fabricated by an archaic ‘ism’ on the horizon
no blue pill
just dream chasers intertwined
both mesmerized by
May’s angelic reflection
‘til he comes
buried beneath December’s honey flavored hell-scape
‘til he comes
A mother alone with some worried woman’s joy and pride
‘til he comes
anxious to kiss the lips of the moon while it dances on an electromagnetic slide
‘til he comes
30 feet from the burning sun
When May meets December…
There is no safe zone here
No eucalyptus or antiseptics…
Love tattooed on his fingertips
soothing the ooze of that moment…
When Sid lays his eyes on Nancy
There is no harbor to turn back to now
and dying suddenly seems sex synonymous
and the only appropriate use of passing time
because nothing else matters at all
except May inside December
scratching her scarred up soul
for the sake of pleasure alone…
A transient disturbance occurs fueled by chance and wonder
There is no safe zone here, monsters are jolted to life
no warning or reason, all fear subsides
instincts glowing like tattoos – May’s fingertips lingering
underneath welcomed bruises intoxication leaking
No mistakes just divine evolutionary predilection
May is December’s new favorite medication
There is no harbor to turn back to now
And they both know
That as soon as May realizes that ooze can be forced to rhyme with soothe
against its will
there is no hopeful happy ending
fabricated by an archaic ‘ism’ on the horizon
no blue pill
just dream chasers intertwined
both mesmerized by
May’s angelic reflection
‘til he comes
buried beneath December’s honey flavored hell-scape
‘til he comes
A mother alone with some worried woman’s joy and pride
‘til he comes
anxious to kiss the lips of the moon while it dances on an electromagnetic slide
‘til he comes
30 feet from the burning sun
When May meets December…
There is no safe zone here
No eucalyptus or antiseptics…
Love tattooed on his fingertips
soothing the ooze of that moment…
When Sid lays his eyes on Nancy
There is no harbor to turn back to now
and dying suddenly seems sex synonymous
and the only appropriate use of passing time
because nothing else matters at all
except May inside December
scratching her scarred up soul
for the sake of pleasure alone…
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