Devout convictions create a space
For systematic destruction
A specious cover for the debatable-
The nature of a theory.
Coveting your affection,
O quam tu pulchra es.
And perceptions deceive my eyes.
In love, nothing more than a brain state.
Intoxicated Las Vegas nuptials,
Cling to a fancy,
Come dawn, come down,
I am infested with retching,
Throbbing grey matter, and complete
Revulsion for the naked man lying beside,
Bearing a well-placed gem on the
Monogamous finger.
Love.
Anti-intellectual, somewhat basic,
Instinctual even, from the core,
Longing for no other flesh,
Emptying myself of ambition,
Flitting away from concerns
For a solitary reliance.
Shit I’d like to avoid for my lifetime.
My body shakes along with my pen.
I invoke my most elementary of rights
I want a vote before my heart grasps its
Verdict,
And plummets from freewill.
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