M=1 of infinity

If I was a motion picture

Static on a hook

Then you'd stay a while

Oblivious

Studying my look

Wild and wanton tresses

Eyes that permeate at will

Athletic body count

Sweetening the pill

No clues from exterior

Of what's simmering beneath

Where seas of opposition

Stream defiant to belief

Erratically ever certain

Of everything I see

Impetuous passion sparks

Igniting blaze in me

An ever-failing listener

You'd think I always heard

Dissecting the significant

From bizarre, mundane, absurd

Tussling acceptance

Of all that has been said

Primary pallid pink

Fades to petty red

Taxing every brief

Expanding it to see

Slipping through the bars

That masquerade veracity

Ever aware of barricades

Transparent in their raise

Sixth-sense intercession

Ebonies altruistic ways

A suspension of contrasts

In biological juice

An essence container

A superficial noose

Pretty to look at

Stunning to see

No clue to the

Negation

That burns inside of me

lex ? 03