Grotesque

A loathsome sea of smiles in the afternoon.
Faces spasm to an uncontrollable joy.
You. You set the tiger in me free.
Lurching about the jungle, tangled in vines of love.
To shake these eyes, does not make your image fade.
To deaden my nerves would only make you feel cosmic.
As your lips find mine, and the stars explode.
Yet a war rages within.
A battlefield littered with bloody pieces of my heart and mind.
Engaged in conflict, fighting to be heard.
Yet the grotesque display goes on.
My hand, pulling for yours in the setting sun.
Love. Such a sickening sight.
Outrageously inhabited and warm.
When all around, the world is so lonely.
And so cold.

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