You gotta set it up
just to break it down.
It's a method of self destruction.
Under constraint
and all the red tape,
you just gotta wonder
who has the gumption to hide away the infrareds
from the series of misconceptions?
Bring to me the mystery,
the masters of show and tell.
Breathe life to the wisdom among us,
heavy with harmonics,
amplified by sight and smell.
Tired eyes
follow western skies
with predetermination.
Aching thighs
seek mortal cries
a sweet indiscretion.
It comes in waves
and stays for days
Leaving little trace
of it's perfection.
Then it melts away like a
snowflake on the tongue
leaving an olfactory glimpse
and an element of intrigue.
© -Sonja J. Johnston 20-Mar-2014
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