My Raconteur,

I want to lounge in all your serriform words
and
Re-write my role as Lothario
so that I may seduce you into breeding all kinds of new stories..

Inspire cotton-candied words to spew from your mouth
serving sticks of hope
to a circus of bystanders
confirming, that tickets-
for something like this
really exist.

stop digging for titles
to tape to your other art-
...(vitriolic)...
here, I only provide deciduous villains
with simple defeats

and for just a little while
I'd have you believe that I carved the lunate moon
discouraging notions
of us
as
terminal lovers..

You would thumb out
happily ever nevers
in a more convincing cord
and I would remain completely submerged in you-
striving to drown myself
into
your
everything