Innuendo ( and deflower )

[pencinks]

Here nondescript and unobvious,...
virgin waste, as a Montague to Capulet
where there's no more space for sacred,
love blurs their eyes , glareth, hideous.
whose passions flour alike
and bread they become,
whose primal urn consumes them,
with an intoxicating wine...

but no...

Likes of whose pity for starcrossed lovers
they're neither death nor in pain...
mingling thine passions, yes passions
that burns them weary, in a pedestal
of loneliness, they scream...
stealthily silent...gnawing their
human...

then the linen drip of vermilion
and of musty unison, uncaring
for not even hell may care
bittersweet innuendos...
for them...

More of an untold story
of their rowdy introductions...

[Seth]

Love the format and how you've worded this. Wonderful write, I love the last two lines, though the whole piece was marvelous.

[Mikepoet]

Well read..rather complicated to me though..was worth the reread to get it.