seeing your connection
and
your rituals
there's
a longing i
can't
call jealousy
because
it was too
beautiful
to witness
even
through the shallow
lens
of
my
flawed
facial
recognition
so
many
shades
of my
happiest
times
in
the arms of
someone,
anyone,
i
have loved
yr
both
playful
and self-assured
smiling
so wide
so
genuine is
yr
bliss
each
slap and bite and kiss
each
stroke
its
own moment
to
be recorded and
recanted
in
the crystal
cave
but
i can't say it
wasn't
hot and
safe
and welcoming,
vulnerabilities
set
aside
for the sake
of
bonding
or
adventure,
all
i know
is
wanting
to
achieve
our
own perfection,
might
only time
and
direction
distinguish
confusion
from
compersion?
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