Point upon point
11-30-00
silence that rings in my ears
like a device triggering gears
moving – turning point upon point
Releasing spears
Cascading through canals
to hit upon bone – oh that sound
the dull knife wound of heart
that fell upon a joke
in a clover field
crashing melody
why not then this to fall upon me
laying wounded in the aftermath
of her pheromones trap
these eyes do gaze upon the wish
the spell so silently set a drift
Weaving through faerie dust
moments flickering
longing for a touch
from lips that speak such magic
this scent hits nose on head
causing a sudden rush
causing innocent to flirt
oh pheromone travel with speed
chasing down wet dreams
making them leave in such agony
they might even scream
and she sits spinning web
this the pheromone queen
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