I’m waiting for the kiss you promised me.
There’s something cold in your lips the winter heat
A ridiculous farce is love indeed
Wit lust a trohpaea a priori
Delusions so fine intentions divine
Complicate in sooth make sweet what is brine
Romance is a method to get you supine
no further intention no goals of transcendence
Just stock exchange with an eloquent cadence
The delicate dance of the praying mantis.