Alliteration, my ass.i invented it.

submissionFly toFly throughFly beyond itlike it didn't exist.But then it did a twistsomehow endingin itself - a pretzel.The ouroboros tomy temple.~dirtydarling

The sunset is rapidi will miss the intensityof blazing orange and rusted yellow.Hints of glorious red and hued pinksdissapearing; retreating fast the orb.Just one blink and half a century waslost behind the soft slopes of purple hills.Now, only a few clouds speak of whatwas once here. Their imperfect shapesreflecting a blaze of fire that hides in silence.i cannot handle Your silence.i will faithfully wait for You to rise and return.~ dirtydarling

Misty mornings may multiplyBringing bashful beginnings beforeThe tainted teasingsOf our ocularEyes. Everything else evolves, evenLife. Love listfully lingers like lust...Bursting bubbles beneath boiling basesOf our ocular omens:Misty mornings. Mayi idle in idolizationOfYou~ dirtydarling

i know You didn't fathom my affinity,or maybe couldn't or wouldn't facethe fabulous fabrication of my feelingswhen i fumbled over You.But i know You saw me.And that was enough in myself to feel like flying.~ dirtydarling