Regress Oblivion

I swim into the sweet oblivion of the ever conscious bending of the skin...

I open wide to be consumed by the domineering misplaced affection of the deep subtleties of her peering eyes...

Take me into that oblivion. Deep in the trees and carry me beneath to freeze with the breeze...

My opened flaws make these dreams of epiphanies, I fall like weak knees and tattered lips squeeze...

To be free, if only from weak knees to the burning breeze, open me wide and let loose my fluid fantasy...