Saturday, September 11, 2021

Invisible Tugging Becomes Musical

 

sheer levity in its discussion, a man offends a woman, no legacy in that; unsaid man desires unsaid woman. not as pure, naturalized, positive attraction—maybe a curse—I do drift at moments. something not mainly spiritual, not mainly physical, the treason of getting into side doors. the cabinets are filled with faces. I open one, myriads jump out. unsaid woman lingers in the back. it’s not about volts, electricity, voltage, hermetic songs, devices, specialties, it’s that one countenance, begging for protection, while prone to doing as it pleases. the table is filled with clutter. I wish I could say diaries. to whom go the spoils?

 

sheer levity in its discussion. to imagine a person naked—not of clothing—of defenses: can a person manage that intimacy? a bad argument is ever in motion. two people desire nothing negative between them. it’s raw when both are authentic, natural, defensive, of course, but genuine, hidden, unattracted, with hints of admiration. pure friction is intrusive, intuition runs wild, with likeness seeming unfulfilled.

 

sheer levity in its discussion, at some strangeness, while feeling uneasy, a feeling might strike; it hasn’t its business with me.

 

sheer levity in its discussion, a person mustn’t search for too much, rather, one must be prepared to say either, yes, or no.

 

I have abilities, to paint sexually, I might, but what does that do?

 

the pain is in the intensity. the body is for the artist. we never want to share. some things are off limits, some people are, for certain others, while alive for certain others.

 

sheer levity in its discussion, where most are easygoing, the agony in the easygoing. one just needs to feel held, rejuvenated, in giving one becomes an asset—in challenging one becomes a collage.  

 

I must learn to accept the love, the circumference one gives. I have a tendency of expecting the natural to perform perfectly. I used to think titles spoke to the person—they might, but rather, actions define the person—trespass guilt, pain will ensue.

 

sheer levity in its discussion, only hostility, more disappearance.     

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