Terrestrial Blues

Some obscenities, barely in a decision
Of our intolerant eyes
Dismantle the cloak of faithful construction
In our mechanical gesture-
And few vulgar emotions
Obey the syllables of common street
Yet arguing for revival when the
Wounded starts mending lawful cries.
If we could calculate a possibility
Among some incalculables, decisions
Of seasons and living 'd be more vulnerable.
When you look at your companion
Growing up in spectacular kisses, in
Our bizarre fusion- the azure sky loses
Virginity to curious science
And we, knowingly, usher in that adroitness.