Zestfully Gray

I hate and love; and love and hate; and such the love—a
Zestful gray; and in between—a sightless tear: a falling
Bridge: a rising fear. I sigh and vex; and vex and sigh; and
All the while—she’s cringing time. We fawn and lie; and

Lie and fawn; and depth the soul—a feyic spawn. Our
Broken love—the lust of hemp: a land of buds: a field of
Chimps; and simple thoughts—an auction stream: a passion
Faint: a common theme. I bang and kick; and kick and

Bang; and grip the phone—a soundless rang; and such the
Dear—a bell has sang: my violent dove—a grieving fang.
We bed and touch; and touch and bed: a soothing thorn: a
Future dead. But love is fate; and fate is love; and piercing
Eyes—a feeling love; and silent calm—a false belief: a
Heart to feel—the grayest beast.