The world, stark.

The echo
waits to feel,
a caress to steal
the curse of real.

Put upon,
force of bludgeon.
Hammered into mind
reality unkind.

Understanding,
comes in lace
soft touch, caress
of face.

Red of lips
hot of scent
surround.
Block out the
girders, steel
yet, you want
a gothic real.

Black adorned
soft edges
to this norm
for you
I will perform.

Seductive erase
leave the cage
for a moment
of fractured love.

WhiteRose