Tuesday, June 23, 2015

To See & Feel

I imagine a stern temper, to melt for love, somewhat mean
and calm. There you stand, longing increase, aiding a
nation: so deep, so strong, and cultured. A soul is sharply
annoyed, filtering through politics, a true humanitarian.
I see you at a market, a basket full of wit and champagnes.
I pause to speak, to ask such a silly question, merely to
hear a voice. “Indeed, that’s on aisle seven.” Such a meet
and greet, unlike others, and so brief—to collect so much.
I compare it to fifteen seconds with psychs. Indeed, I’m
lacking much. But life is perception, unlike breath, full of
non-existence. I feel you fingering breezy winds, walking
a chant, pondering something bitter. There’s surely a
method, a hidden magic, leaping as we cross paths. So I
feature form, found in prose, as open as silence. But love
is life, a gentle disposition, flowered upon seismic souls.  

PS.

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