Your mail is a tempest in my teapot. Ever so necessary.

In took us for a whorl under the moonshine
Ankles clapped in unison, shoulders rubbed tight
Shielded from the rain by the umbrella, alas tick-tack
sobriety the nemesis, time a vigilant parent figure
Fanatic to grasp a hand and have her feed my hubris
Caress my hair, strike down my thunder whenever it may be
For all those that were once lost regain sanity through light
and if frost, be it fog in a summer desolated day, that torch
shone brighter, fair and welcoming, beaming white and true.

Your mail is a tempest in my teapot. Ever so necessary.
news that shred skin like daggers in a wolf howl respite
For more surely will follow and should you survive?
Your breath will be short and your soul hollow
Unassailable guilt would had sufficed, a mere state of mind
To dominate and creep on, like a soft souffle in a kinder palate.
Head to head one should eat oneself truly, to consume before he be taken
By the tidal wave that follows the decapitation of the relationship
To be buried upon the flag of their incapacity to retake another step forward
At least that be how I perceive romance, iconic yes.

 An on and off affair crumbled, dyed with hype and outmatched by will
The sky seemly sunless, happiness awash and empty.
To innovate now would be a survival instinct, a power-point display
presented in the nude awaiting the divine okay of my lopsided state.