The Great Escape

We find ourselves building-bound, searching each room.

Trying to find sanctum, where sole senses loom.

For hungry are we, so insatiably so;

Ashamed of our appetite, rightfully so.

We yearn for a sensuous feast, might be had;

Yet each place seems open, improperly clad.

We wander and wonder but shared is each space,

Each pause in our search shortly yields a new face.

Why, shade then consumes us we're no longer there,

So softly slips by us, then downwards with care.

What actions did cause us to later take flight?

The truth drips so subtly no matter our fight.

Caught by a face oh, so queer in our eyes,

A women no less as her voice tells no lies.

That world we escaped, by thaumaturgy stricken,

To arrive at another, hunted still by a vixen.

Erratic, still mounting, lust took it our actions.

Freed zeal from cracked boundaries yields harmful reactions.

Our vision starts failing as far steps we climb,

Away from her armies, all caustic in lime.

In circled discussion now, where shared blood speaks,

Inquiry of dreams is what's interest's high peak.

To us their attention turns. Thoughts in our head...

Turn to pieces, elude words - still starved and unfed.

When such became known, our struggle due noted,

To us was made clear, the true nature uncoated.

Not dreams found behind you they said with a smile,

But dreams where you haven't been, here in due while.