Beowulf

I admire your vein of lavender
I desire to pull back your petals
It's not that I don't appreciate your bulbous qualities
It's just that I have to swim in your meat
I have to slide down into your interior
I have to skate your billowy pillow
It is my destiny to drop into your nectar

I know your moisture is sticky on my lips
There is your rich fertilizer

I can feel my salvation transcending the exotic
There are the pockets on the other side of my teeth
Filled above secession
And there is the torrent flooding my mouth
My mind spends into the abyss

There is no other place
This is way beyond nurtured

Sustenance what is that
I think this has an end time
I need the embrace of freedom
It's just that I am lost in the web work
I am cocooned in the web