Ivory

Call it all labour, brawl over the lace
Call it all a fiancé glow
Lure it all closer, maul a sheer embrace
Call it all an anime clone
Two-tone malaise
Condone our age and our waist
Born of our haste
Born slow
I will wear your glow
I will wear your blow
On my face, ‘virgin', I’ll wager you go
You broke a faith
You woke ornate and un-aged
Born of a wraith
Born ghost
Our somber ghost
Our somber ghost a fervour
Oh a further haze
Go and I’ll stray
You build intrigue, all
Blue bathe and breed on