as a humbled host to

"dreams of falling"

speeding down the motorway

speedy seeding need of speed

we pass such opportunity

a thousand ways to crash and burn

destructive tendencies, like

swan dive (from) an aircraft

topple (from) a skyscrape

meet you.

life endows its passengers

with a thirst for death:

for dying, killing, being, freeing

all of those above.

we sedate the foolish filly

to defile her in her sleep

or watch her snooze

eyes darkened with indecent romance

as a humbled host to dreams of falling.

this is who we are:

a dirty, flirty, murdery peoples

who haunt the peepholes of the earth

so sweetly.

whispered somewhere too taboo,

too true, too shrewd:

a cheek in slumber

will still blush when kissed.