We walked aimlessly with direction
happening upon that one perfect moment.
Sizzled mimosa pours freshen
my mind’s thoughts of you
sweet sweet endangered—
Flaws. Flawed. Flaw.
Fishing scratching clawing
Pleasing Retreating Regressing Repression Obsession.
With Destiny and Understanding.
Promiscuity feeds. Devouring the life seen before thee.
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.
Beams of grey, and a shade of which my civilized vision cannot conceptualize or perceive
Loosening into a haze.
Disturbing murky floors and pockets—
begging for purity
thrashing for acceptance
pining for peace.