[Traditional-ality holds me to this course
living, breathing, loving, dying
as this synchronization takes hold
truth or dare, repetitive or not
frigid water, naked bodies-
reluctance thrown aside as we crash into the wood
feeling's fine as desire lets it in
desire surfaced through melancholy gloom
gloom has woven her cobwebbery
all throughout my mind
bludgeoned away as you
brandish your lips]