Vent Book

"Peak"

Creatures of habitual impulse, feasting off euphoria and turmoil.

An endless labyrinth, dew accumulated on surficial soil.

Fingertips graze sporadic lesions across a maze of veins.

A melodic pulse that echoes within mind and skull.

Lunacy in the pools of your gaze.

Inability to vocalize; impetus lips sought out yours.

Esplanades tempt sensuous maneuver, waves of breath colliding with flesh.

"Solicit my soul."

You plea, eyes windows to the plethora of roots you embed in my being.