Alchemisland

Loops in belts

Loops I’m repeating like prayers before bed

Strong compelled, praying this crazy is equally felt

I intend to play the cards as dealt

Until my stack’s the table’s biggest, forcing other players to smelt

Wedding rings to pay the ting. Accepting shirts and shoes as well.

Can’t remember when or whether I ever felt like this, choose to swell

At her candour’s mending wellness

I feel finally to have reached Hell’s end

Helvellyn high, hell yes, luck just mine

Her melon obsessed

Hope it’s compelling, hit send

I want to end on her belly, kenned

That something was upsetting. My urge to mend;

Sirencalls the dirge of men,

I hurt I hurt I hurt again.