the last one was better in my mind

they're not virgins anymore.
there's a change in her eyes.
his eyes change less.
but, her eyes go from ponds to lakes.
and the switch is custom.
sometimes the threshold is low. (most honorable, little lady)
other times, it takes a lot of flooding for the hurricane flag to be flown.

but no escapees have run past here without damage to report.
that is the beast.
the gun is so automatic, it hasn't been manned in a millenium.
she will never __________ again like she used to.
a true blank.
a somberly recognized transition.
that is the anti-personel mine station you can read in her face.
there has been a binding ceremony, but half the participants were laughing.
reality is sling-shotting this direction, watch out!

visage

when the ice shell
encrusts the atmosphere of the womb,
and the subordinate orb
sepia,and brushed, appears,
though but a reflection of other glory,
to the terrestrial creatures,
reaching upward,
gnarled, naked, blind, and frozen,
and the marvel is revealed
to other creatures
whose reaching is less an apparent manifestation,
and upon whom the shadows of impression are cast,
There,
There is luxury.

And when spectrum,
array,
and infinite variety
blend amongst turbulent vapor
and chemical luminescence,
while only eyes reach toward them
these are still
gnarled, naked, and frozen
while transfixed
and this simply the interaction betwixt the classes
of creatures dumb, and creatures wise,
between whom the shadows of impression are unidirectional.
There,
There is superiority of luxury.