skulduggery in a shindig

Skulduggery in a Shindig

Oh such a soft caress  in 
much  strong and  lucid dreams.

Where  dances play  amid soft  themes

And

Where throbbing muscles being suckled;

Rest warm -so tight- and sweetly squeezed.

Here:

 In the  throes  of a wanted   battle;

Where hints of hunts of such sweet cunts

Echo.

I lie

Along  cludding  thumps  of hooves,

Dissipating  in seeping  clods!

In fogs  so grey that they dissipate

Off into the seam.

The  dogs! 

How so they scream!

Three headed

 From a vineyard  made 

Of seem

To celebrate  the Gods of in-between.

I waste! !  I was I  wast!

With  cuts of carefree  vices

That  splice  that so entwine  forever.

Memories …..

For such a  race choose the heavy  hedge

That represents our fall:-

That is our  honest pledge

Against  the  fucking wall.

© adh 2015