A Maisonic Encounter

these prolific moments of sadistic motion
washing the palpitations
whispering in cold afternoon.

sundressed, the mourning;
frivolous revelations
breathing is starkissed.

Just open your glittering
Eyes enough to
Suffocate me in
Sweet serenity

three
minutes
more

on this
the most wondrous
eve of mediocrity

and we're surrounded
by drunken ghosts.