Inhale, Exhale

The lack of finesse in your words;
harsh even if the aim is not.

Warmth leaves after every syllable and between coffee breaks.

Permanency hinders my search.
A new barista? A new addiction.

Don’t you just hate it,

When immersion is stolen from you

When this form of tubes

conflicts your mind,

draws intent away.

Burnt paper/dry plantains,

haunts my senses.

I think it’s moronic…

dense of me to want to

give a way a life of love for one person.
To feel all that which makes us human,

all the joy and laughter that a dyad of…

shares in bad times and fascinatingly beautiful moments that arouse.

I’m willing to give up that newborn feeling of love,

for an over due feeling of gratification.

Is it love?

Is love driving me to forget what I could truly palpate?

I could be experiencing all this, yet I choose not to.

Why is that?

How could I possibly be content,

Is it hope?

Does hope service a man,

to suffer through the worst of feelings?

I could not begin to tell you.

All I really know is who I love,

and I will always know who I love… sadly. 

Held up, and probably,

definetly, ready to clean up.

Oh this. Maybe that? 

Who knows. Those pleas won’t

do much, since they’ve been

foreseen.

I want you to just bust in.

Break down the door, and

smash my seclusion. Sadly, 

it will never be. You see.

You are busy. It can wait.

It will always wait, but

it shall never be the same,

the moment might be perfect.

But it’s time to yield. 

There is little need.

For fancy-ness

or fancy dress.

Plant em both and,

jump with me.

Thunder and rain should be shared,

By a couple of cynical beasts.

Laughing, as the drops drop,

with a bottle of,

stuff.

Just like vinyl, skipping and scratching.

The needle is lifted, when I see it fit.

To play your melody once more. 

Never by force, mostly

mostly desire.

A single drop, is all.

The hive mind, the trail is shattered.

I can’t find my way back,

back to comfort,

to my fellow ants.

Loving someone shouldn’t need to be accompanied by such distressful exhibitions.

badsafewords:

You kiss like my mom

Incandescent elephants roaming,

imbued with nomadic tendencies.

Shade deficiency are, in fact, unnerving. 

The whelp looses his footing,

trampled, by the unrelenting search.