i clamor to comply
to her arduous hours
of ardent dripping
devouring
precious petaline
lips of veiled tempest
siren’s plumage
sinking
into madness
overtaken
with aching
chorus
and crushing ingress
crashing
into swallowing shores
of unabashed
thrashing
on jagged crests
of turbulent valence
drag me down
to where misery
serves its reckless conquest
abreastly heaving
a synchronous song
like heathens
in a heaven
untold
where breathless cries
of wincing
pent
breach liquescent
the chasm
of krios
beyond our
spent desires
through the mirror
of time
Max, or Not 