It's when it all comes together.
There's no turning back.
All that's left to do
is close your eyes
and feel the desire of the naked soul
beckoning with resistance
breaking out of the mold.
I resist you,
and you use me
to a satisfaction in unison.
My captain of the testy waters,
and my slave to the things
that don't make any sense
happen to make the most.
It is what it is.
It is what it is.
And yet it's so much more.
I want to be left alone,
to lift up so high
and feel boundless
amongst the borders
of an impeccable
abstract thing
we call living
when it's unfortunate
that we're actually
all dying
on account of
fear
and unplayed out emotions
when our lips touch
and our bodies combine
into a perfect harmony
higher than the rubble
that's left of our surroundings.
We'll build a fort of books
and hide amongst the classics
feasting on love
and the part of fear
that makes us stronger.
Divine.
Interaction.
Alone time...next to you.
