Phavian Green Iris
Fighting the anger, grabbing by the dagger
Jabbing the other to remain the stander
Last of the lasting, peaking how the tower
Aggravate danger drape the gradient color.
Gradient color, bleeding blend – the other-
Dye for the dying changing shade, the bolder
Blasting the blather, silence, slowly smother
Sense of the sentenced, raise the stakes and prosper.
Come with me my love, this is where it is -
Is it?
Pain is the pleasure; this is where it is -
Is it?
This is it, is it?
Body – the pain – the pleasure.
Come with me my love,
Pleasure, pain, the body…
The body, the soul relenting.
The pleasure
My pleasure
Please the pain
Mine.
Eye for eye
The eye of the mind.
Mind your body, mind your eyes.
View the choices, all the hues of you’s and I’s
Rising up or thriving below.
Languid movement, a trade from the sharpness we know.
Scents of all sense, taste for taste-
Fear.
One for themselves,
All for the fight.
This or that, that or this-
Why it was and what it is-
All action.
I only alone, unique;
The only one alone with me…
My purpose.
