I've decided to call this poem I Don't Care. I've added another three stanzas to the beginning of this poem.
Edited twice:
Distant blue moon
dancing light,
traces faint
scorched ember nights.
Steam-breath laughter,
cold skin touch.
Stone faced rapture,
heart scarred blush
insides.
Demure, lifeless leisure drones
lie slack, and unperturbed.
By empty dreamscapes
gone to black; withered and obscured.
Time flies
when you're alone.
That’s best,
it's all I’ve known.
I haven’t seen her face in years.
I don’t care
anymore.
Ever growing seldom knowing post psychotic womb dreams
arrive while I’m awake.
Ever present effervescent esoteric moonbeams
shine every time I make
love.
A laugh erupts atop the stair.
Pink velvet pulse
beyond compare,
dress daylight's breath
in cashmere flare
silk smooth.
The smile spreads
throughout the coach.
Weaves blinding threads
to frowning hosts
asleep.
Edited twice:
Distant blue moon
dancing light,
traces faint
scorched ember nights.
Steam-breath laughter,
cold skin touch.
Stone faced rapture,
heart scarred blush
insides.
Demure, lifeless leisure drones
lie slack, and unperturbed.
By empty dreamscapes
gone to black; withered and obscured.
Time flies
when you're alone.
That’s best,
it's all I’ve known.
I haven’t seen her face in years.
I don’t care
anymore.
Ever growing seldom knowing post psychotic womb dreams
arrive while I’m awake.
Ever present effervescent esoteric moonbeams
shine every time I make
love.
A laugh erupts atop the stair.
Pink velvet pulse
beyond compare,
dress daylight's breath
in cashmere flare
silk smooth.
The smile spreads
throughout the coach.
Weaves blinding threads
to frowning hosts
asleep.