Sex in Paradise

We both see the island

as a way for our eyelids to fixate

 on stylish dehydrated diamonds

The inn most people try to get in
Surrounded by banana plantations
The bulks in the room

move weight across hemispheres

trying to sulk in a tomb
The hostess is coming soon
Pay with the platinum

obsolete like retinas
The credit on the line like open marriages on decline

 I say it was a block chain trying to invest into octane
Numerous humans’ dotted objects in the pupils
Eyes as wide as marsupials strung out wearing Supras

a spider in snakeskin
shed the make shift
Dante's manic too many mavericks
Motte over oceans

a prism encampment

molly wish washing acid test thrift gawking
I left squawking

slurs of curves and big words

leashed by the bender as we lay out end to center
Passed out,

a sick ender, switch flip the courthouse,

a safety net splendor
The lady leaves
the hostess emerged
A hex for the spent,

low line curves urged me to return a slurp for a turn
immaculate masculinity reconditioned me
I find the requirem in a spotless mind
Erase the moment
too many lives
a graceful union
I pay respect for the ghost of the Serbians

play in place half lighted

giggling a minute like an affidavit

truth seeps from the portrayal of camp David
A mountain is different to what I'm enslaved in
Anxious it's like a bottom laid pavement

Like takin a test like an inflight check
A moon lit spirit

an Imhotep step spiral
I see the end the ghost ferry barging through the bend

hitting the harbor

barb wire augers

rebuilding the posts farther into a bridge

two people on each end

a love life pushing to the middle like a syringe

the blood is the hinge

the joint

the joints

the angles

the anoint

the conjuring of two souls

the commitments are creased up

reality unfolds