Coil

Let us take our time
And dip our toes,
In the decadent rush of desire

Let us hurry to ease
From the rude bustle of life
Hideaway in our steamy wants
And coil within one another

Let us savor the nights
And frittered the days
Shunning the weeks
Our ignorance of the piling months

Let us shut in
And revel among ourselves
Catering only, to ourselves alone

We have no room,
For toxic inquiry
The greater question, must die unanswered
We'll harbor our own
Till were fraying and breathless
Unkempt in appearance
Full from the plunder, of our sinful wanderlust



I was laying in bed fiddling with a safety pen for some odd reason, listening to Mellowdrone’s album “Box” and this is what i texted on my phone. I honestly do not know why i wrote it, but here it is now it exists! See, my “texting powers” can be used for good!

Like i always say; if you enjoyed my work here then please check out my book: “Guardian of the Inkwell: A Collection of Ramblings of the Poetic Persuasion” It is available for free on itunes or lulu.com

itunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/guardian-of-the-inkwell/id584542847?mt=11

lulu: http://www.lulu.com/shop/william-l-wright-jr/guardian-of-the-inkwell-a-collection-of-ramblings-of-the-poetic-persuasion/ebook/product-20548322.html