Gotta Drink You Out of My System

Merely by the motions
does home come into focus,
and only barely.

Sometimes takes two by water.
On the hop the land enfolds.
Desperate on the lurk again,
I drowse in lurid sun
wearing whispers.

Such unfeeling lips as we are given.
Driven by doomsday,
in all my parts
reflect a splendor on the wing.

Go rose and rosier,
a thrilling scream emits,
mine feral hands shape disclosure.
Soon we deplatform
singularly, sincerely, severely,
and our demarcation darkens.

-r. miller