Being With You In Infinity

As I sit in your vicinity, I journey around the ink on your limbs. A waterfall in my mind keeps it all from being blended in a nasty way. Maybe INTERPOL is your horse and carriage, but Head Belfast Law Enforcement leaves you as a BANGER in my midst. One misstep on this slippery downed tree and I will shatter my skull on the rocks below. Inside of such a solid frame, I feel the beating heart of a poet and glad tidings my way. I keep even these words anonymous and thus free. Maybe we are rushing the beaches of NORMANDY today and our helmets keep falling off. We find a space where the enemy cannot see and your STAG nature takes my heart and mind to a higher plane where we are free to combine our energies actually. I dance with you in the night and we take on the scurge of PROSTITUTES and prostitution, internationally. It is more than a carnal sin, it is DISEASE. Be with me as those who are guilty say it of ME, actually. The sun will set and create a new day and way as that same rosey sun rises so early in the morn.