We walked aimlessly with direction

happening upon that one perfect moment.

                                    To Rest.

Sizzled mimosa pours freshen

my mind’s thoughts of you

sweet sweet endangered—

                                beauty—

Flaws. Flawed. Flaw.

Fishing scratching clawing

Pleasing Retreating Regressing Repression Obsession.

Flirtation.

With Destiny and Understanding.

Promiscuity feeds. Devouring the life seen before thee.

Preying.

For more until the last biting bit unleashes its tether to a “home” once known before.

Beauty in lines. Stacked lines. Limbs of lines of trust of oneness.

To connect is to feel. To feel is to relate.

                                                Thoughts populate.

                                                Shadows multiply.

Beams of grey, and a shade of which my civilized vision cannot conceptualize or perceive

Loosening into a haze.

Disturbing murky floors and pockets—

                                                  Used

                                         Once

                                  To

                           Carry

                          (drop,

                            lose,

                            find, a

                            cluttered

                            mess)

begging for purity

thrashing for acceptance

pining for peace.