Pandora's Box
Do you perceive persuasive strokes? Do fingers brush as letters cross? Do senses swerve from dusk to dawn, when intertwined with verbal rush? Do subliminal thrusts the thought provoke like ignited match an arson does? Do incensing spaces make faces blush, and push you onto craving words? Glass bangles dangle precocious spots, and coax you towards Pandora’s box. Though slightly open, chaos rocks-- you fiercely shake this fragile lock. Was I perpetrator who sparked the fuse? Or was inferno launched by you? Since addict habit cannot refuse-- inject night in veins to yen induce. And whilst my resistance quiet brews, carpe diem to make your move...
[Photograph by Bellezza Caotica]
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