A mouthful of dandelion desires get sinfully spewed into butterfly bushes of fictitious flowers.
Innocent, they flit feverishly, only to be deceitfully decimated into camouflaging colors of solicitous September sunset.
Unceremoniously unbuttoning the dusked day, they slip into stanzas of slumber-
protestingly punctuated by fidgety fissures of either the bygone bruises or topical torments.
Tiresome technologies of clueless calcified cerebrum-
tower and tumble, muster and mumble, disciplined yet designed to doom.
Karma kisses seductively salacious -my passionless paramour!
Aside: Today I felt like writing after a long gap, when I was done, I felt my piece lacked passion. I asked Alex (@stadarooni) for his opinion on it. He patiently helped me edit it with his meaningful advice and suggestions. I am thankful to him for his support. I am grateful for you all as well. <3