upon
eye contact, loving you, feral to my bones; elated, confidential, you were a
cringing Witness; blue ribbons, flowered dresses, minds innocent, too
misleading, too indeliberate. a chase, biting, nibbling, so much beauty in
youth.
I’ve
become jaded. I’ve lost faith. I should search for excitement.
I
write to Freedom. I enflame in gestures. I’m indescribable.
not
as grandiose, we each share a verse, accursed by interior, made sensitive
through information.
the
father of the daughter—needing to prevent pain, listening to choices in
direction, probed by insecurities.
upon
eye contact, loving you, feral to my bones; graphed inside, your racing face,
alive in a deathzone. as rare as fleeing, as fine as molasses, something that
seeps into consciousness—ever slowly. at variant passions, games meant for
seduction, persons we never name.
so
fiery, so flamed, so famed—as astute creatures, during rain, one doesn’t know
her worth. systematic depletion, raw fevers, meant for another galaxy.
sweet
licorice, sweeter attraction, forever in skies.
upon
eye contact, loving you, feral to my bones; souls reuniting, feeling good, with
misunderstanding: gates filled with sparks, lands at spacial arcs, those larks
so high, we reach; at critical climates, most human in pain, trying to sustain
a fortress.
