Gestures are regrets
That time out accentuates;
The energy is lost, the desires drag along,
Each phase of discomfort alters the reason.
Unconfessed unstable moods,
Weakness of the senses and frustration
Choking the conscience.
I'm getting nauseous.
Internal grime;
Bodies are havens to the caresses
Made odorless as soon as they germinate their seed.
A permanent emptiness will put the remaining to sleep.