Uranus
Dust motes over your angry brow.
I try to focus on your parables of Mars Vs Venus.
It's your Uranus I dwell upon
or rather the succulent moon that surrounds it.
Two globes, under your boxers seducing my gaze,
when you are pacing, lecturing
I must act my part, to travel to your moon
But I have lost the thread
of your anger, my desire and us.
Dust motes over your angry brow.
I try to focus on your parables of Mars Vs Venus.
It's your Uranus I dwell upon
or rather the succulent moon that surrounds it.
Two globes, under your boxers seducing my gaze,
when you are pacing, lecturing
I must act my part, to travel to your moon
But I have lost the thread
of your anger, my desire and us.
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