Mēxihcah mine, reincarnation elations
Glitter stencil, pretty in confetti meshes.
Mayan mesmeriser, scorched sorceress
Intellectual goddess, my alter to rely on.
Fit her, description of utter magnificence
Eyes convexity, in ancient calligraphy.
Impossible to trace any others face fairly
Comparisons gaze, I see you favourably
Devoured whole in your vanguard leaf
Sumptuary laws to prohibit our luxury.
Only strengthened commitment intensity Feathered serpent goddess devotion.
Licking the edge of your sacrificial blade
Writhing becomes my vernacular star.
Cocoa concoction, enraptured entirely
I’m now neutral to all others armoury
Amelioration of every mind molecule, me
Cell by cell, rejuvenate in transparency
Optical clarity in your presence of purity.
My beautiful wife, Yadira-meant-to-me.
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled fantasist. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath
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