I always thought myself a late bloomer;
Incarnadine came last,
The blues came first,
Lackadaisical in the red queen race.
I stand antipodal to all.
Amorous pathogens chasing me away;
They catch me!
The name of vagrant desire folds me into a kite!
Eros of the mind, and of beauty hunting.
I fly, fly, fly.
Into dominion in disarray of orgasmic wisdom.
Control was my only benefactor,
I am poverty stricken now, alone in the hands of a predator.
He devours my essence in swift inhalations;
For pleasure, immortality, and procreation.
‘Tis the summer season of heat induced emotion.
It gives meaning to reason, and reason trails by.
Animalistic, I rise from the brutish species.
Love is the cicerone to transcending.
Socrates much obliged.
All equal; genes relocating in loci of polyamorous DNA.
Higher into the universe ascension.
I am not a slave of compulsive obsession;
Objects achromatize and disappear.
The red queen race; finds me here in space.
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