You Can't Love (ME) and (The God of Love Descends from the Machine)
Shots and sex and cigarettes
And a smile as fathomless as the flame of Hephaestus
Aphrodite in retrograde makes his Vulcan knees weak
Of lust does she wreak, of vengeance he speaks…
The moon shall not betray their confidences
And he shall no longer recall his mistress
To the ocean no longer shall he utter her secrets
The remorse shall now sit at the heart of his conscience…
The rapt relinquished into a kaleidoscope of futility
The indulgent adoration of Venus’ Beauty
The mischief held in her sparkling brown orbs
The insufferable song which now spews from her pores…
Love is Holy Hell
Eternity its Holy Healer
Heaven hides behind the Sun
Heating suicidal fevers…
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