We
need to examine, this fitted garment, so dependent upon behavior: our will to survive, or sluggish movement,
so mis-believed: our moods through life, so efficacious, our core dependencies:
looking for signs, reflection through insecurities, or wrestling through
private behaviors: to assume terror, or presume based in analyses, while
certain about love: our actions speak loudly, this midnight snack, or that
bottle of water: so included with life, so internal it aches, where sudden
instance becomes necessary: at trying words, to capture ambivalence, where love
reaches its closest rationality: at daily charms, but tugged by minds, as
examined by self: those intrusive realities, this combustion of literature,
where closeness appears incredible: our souls making contact, our spirits
flying, or better, when she’s in a good mood—this plate of gumbo, or this bowl
of garlic noodles, while steaks are broiling: our immediate surroundings,
pushing for yanking, our souls so delicate: mornings become essential, stress
mitigated, or something so crucial we keep to silence. We examine behavior, we note rhythms, a
bit curious about changes: nevertheless, familiarity is challenging, it riddles
through our souls—it breeds joy and happiness, concerns and sentiments, while
conveying particular nuances: at vague language, where reflection in necessary,
where readers ask a series of questions: such motioned behavior, or pictures
with emotion, while pushing soup aside: those hungry appetites, or those
familiar needs, or sensing through silence—this capture for both, that short
deliberation, so much more than sadness: patient at times, reversed in rolls,
to happen upon particular balance: our salmon with broccoli, our tuna with
bread, rethinking certain comments: this involved life, those plural thoughts,
while it’s difficult to request singularities.
We
touched something, this evolution, plus, our needs conflicting with our minds:
hereupon, a gentle light, a permeated heart, accustomed to sadness: this
inescapable reality, this recommitted insistence, at leaves counting veins:
those rabid chipmunks, those racing squirrels, or such reluctance dancing into
willingness: our fevered hearts, our sagic abilities, while stumped by
behavior: this particular reality, this particular chess, while two may work at
controlling Love: such trenchant dependency, or complimentary pockets, so
inexcusable: our witchcraft, our mental magic, upon something sensitive to our
energies: those wellic arms, this wellic land, at something too delicate to
ignore: our passion soaring, our anguish abated, or sudden upon a mood at needs
to address it: indeed, this bracelet rhythm, those mystic insights, at
something remarkable.
We
sense spirit-hood, as achieved with tension, while studying pathologies: our
patterns shifting, our willingness stretching, where we expect total
enchantment: this clove with coffee, our interior examination, while so close
we realize potential strangeness: at debts with life, at debts with love, so
indebted we feel secure: those opposite behaviors, so lost it hurts, so at love
it aches: while studying avenues, realizing humility, trespassing mental gates:
to feel consumed, to agonize over nuances, or so insync our concerns dissipate:
our sodden soil, our nurtured plants, our Japanese Gardens: digging with
intension, itching to succeed, while becoming something formable: such informal
intimacy, such formal debates, our office-self verses our home-life: our
stomachs grumbling, our pickles with ham, or turkey with stuffing: at truer
concerns, placed in situation, captivated by actuality: our minds peaking, our
thoughts sequential, where it’s difficult to erase: those sensing movements,
those sacrificial movements, where feelings become wings: that loving gaze,
those thought-filled spontaneities, our soul-covered demands.
