When is satisfaction anything more than an abstraction?
When the hands beneath the sheets tease to completion?
When milky secretions cling to the corners of unclasped lips?
When the bliss felt in a kiss precedes the venom in the after?
When the grandeur of a fantasy grows increasingly bleak?
When the risqué existence is no longer feasible to the hedonist?
When fleeing an unobtainable dream leads to writhing in the residual?
When the hells are empty and the devils are here?
When our hearts become gaudy souvenirs?
When the wells are depleted of their wishes?
When promises dissolve like derelict stitches?
When the stars systematically extinguish themselves?
When does pleasure equate to chaos?
When is lust poisonous enough?
a. duncan, 2020
♟Video featured track: ‘Princess Margaret‘ by Max Richter
♟Errant Notations: The line “when the hells are empty and the devils are here” is a direct homage/reference to a famous quote by William Shakespeare. Additionally on the recording I say “erase” in error, instead of the correct word: extinguish. Do forgive me 🙏🏼