I am writing from a place
Where knowledge has no trace
And feelings have no taste
Surrounded by deep and Stark
Darkness sweeping visible marks
But they keep coming back like a spark
Electrocuting my mind and leaving it blank
It goes off and on again
Refining entangled thoughts making it plain
Running steep and cutting deep
Leaving scars with a bleed
Reaching the sweet Chambers of orgasm
Left me weak after its feed
Poured out like an ink from a nib
Like a fine wine refined
on the wheels of poetry
©gomezy
G