Double edged,
Intangible etched.
Conflicted by time,
In this paradoxical complex.
Reset.
Back to basics.
Where the conversation is easy,
And we share this existence.
Distance.
Binding and confining,
Tirelessly defining,
Contradictions are the affliction,
But this mess is my addiction.
Compulsion to the pain,
Convincing myself there’s a gain,
Hoping connection remains more than a game.
Blame.
I accept and digest,
The changes being fed.
A necessary medication,
Essential to the operation.
Sequential,
But not complete.
Heard skipping on repeat.
Temptation lingers slowly,
Beneath the darkness,
The mask.
Sheathing,
Veiling,
Protecting fragile skin.
Because the pain that truly ruptures us,
Ignites from within.
In sin,
In harmony,
In truth.
Cast upon the world at large,
Stand alone.
It’s you.
There are moments,
Brief instances in time;
Where I convince myself that the feelings will subside.
Fixated on the past,
Perpetuated by fantasy.
Tricks of the mind,
To assassinate the ecstasy.
Any bliss of romance,
Masked as sins of my ignorance.
Live in it.
Fester and brood.
Allowing time to pass,
Expecting duration to change the mood;
Enter you.
Notice how the air has only thickened.
Imprinted on my heart,
The loss has left me sickened.
Distraught,
Futilely taming my thoughts.
Longing to be connected,
But through trial it’s been tested,
I took too long to learn lesson.
The risk of progression.
The sweet breath of a forgotten kiss.
Tingling,
Stinging,
Nostalgia turns to bliss.
Littered by semantics and tired tricks.
Tender blessings from murderous lips.
Temptation lead by malice,
Hoping to tease with pensive solace.
Chances bred in threes,
Preying the last will set thee free.
The latent whisper,
So soft and sweet.
Repeat.
Linger on my senses.
Electric,
In the lure of your breath,
Tantric,
Energized through the passion of your sex.
Ignited by the thrill of the test.
Rest.
