Movement 1.1

Aspartame dreams play drama subterfuge and
Inconsequential familiarity displays animalistic alienation

as a figure disperses its field of vision
so do I dopple my environment

love and pain are cousins in war
fighting for opposite sides
but coming to the same conclusions
in a collision with double helix resolutions

as only frogs can tell
dusk is better for calls of lust

Once in an azure moon do I crave immolation
fires burn too dim
the pop and sizzle of fresh carcass
entices even the most humanistic portions

Twice has Death knocked on my cast-iron gate
only once have I acknowledged his persistence
maybe a third will be his day?

Red as arterial blood
caresses disdain and weeps northern light
a shade deeper and the world is shrouded in
a blanket of velvet

If pornography signifies addiction
and worldly immersion
then what is making love on camera?