Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Ecstasy Is Harder

 

has it occurred while in pain the legacy of needing affection? the caress of intimacy, wavering dominance, shifted by passion. knowing the capacity of loss, afraid to lose, trying like desperation. wanting wretched happiness, either too simplistic or too dangerous. scared to walk the plank, scared to feel misused, dying to feel misused.

 

rainbow disorientation. a living room as witness. so cold, I desire more.

 

made to sit at dynasties. privileged to have variety. one can’t fathom the moves. synced at moments, distant at moments, just texting angrily. boldly disagreeable, others give more, a person takes more. such invisibility, tangible emotion, as made alert in feelings, (visceral responses). bodies speaking Grecian, hearts speaking Africa, mannerisms speaking French.

 

most devastating essence, aesthetic contour, warm, moist unforgiveness.

 

                        most rapturous rose, to have died loving us, surefire rhapsody. angel souled, lascivious souls, grit to actuality, ax to anxiety. losing, winning, ping-ponging, so acute with angst under skin—a flow in lights, illumination sprinkling, while a person would ask a question; so obvious, like begging for lies, only flustered one gave in lies. tides ebbing. days rapid in winds. at nights, hard to locate.

 

                        regathering senses, somewhat detached, such rhythm in fretting. as destined to exist, fevered to unveil, if they would speak the language. weeks in passing, too many determining bulbs, boxed in, feeling unrelated.

 

                        made like love, everyone let go, sure into ecstasy.

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