By dear anxiety—launched from within, knowing for presence what’s proven by experience. And loving you was exciting, sheer joy, passion made unescapable, with wilderness nearby. We were fledglings ignited like engines, revving by arts, weeping through bright, glorious laughter. Ever in awe. Longing for progeny. Furious by the absence of engulfment, sentiments and scales. A man to his bravado; a woman to her pride—to imagine where souls go astray? In adoring forever, as loving winds, such reaching tentacles. Fire by a welkin flame; tender remorse; encouraged to breathe once more. Tears made into lakes; same water used for baptism; with time slipping into darkness. To cherish parts unseen, meshing with uncertainty, put to rest—such cadent eyes. By recognition to have sung by grace. In loving features, souls connected like seas. And a man will either lose or win himself, stirred into ecstasy, lavish into his wounds. With surging into you, reminiscent of attraction—exonerated through falsehood. While craving you, a soul couldn’t see lights, on autopilot—mesmerized, enchanted by mythos. Such a delicate mixture, unreality + concrete fever. To unsee rapturous darkness—sung sweetly. Voiceprinted. Steep pressures. In never quite balanced, treasuring romance, spoiled by first experiences.
