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I want you.
Simple.
Wasted words and desires lost,
The lesser be known for better the feel;
but who can you really trust as your guide,
If not the wind:
Once it turns, the smell will dictate your path.
Visions.
Visions!
Where is the climax?
Perceptions are maxed out but the behavior is skewed,
Who may say with certainty,
What to follow:
Whether the stars aligned or your gut that is crumbling?
Dreams upon dreams of you;
but are they enough? And for whom?
Our collective or the egoist?
If only they were substantial enough,
For me to win your good favors, yet,
Love is only dreamnt and lust avoided.
Should be simple.
So why isn't it?
The kid inside longs for maternal care,
and from everyone.
Always.
The kid hopes but does not receive.
Frustration or, is he still fighting?
Giving, Give in,
and once just once,
Attain the sleep of the righteous;
Close to your breathing.
The kid hopes but does not receive.
To receive without having to ask,
To give without expectation,
Only in his dreams does such transaction exist.
Always doubt, forever ambiguous,
Did i not say it though?
The kid is simple.
Where do our lines meet? If ever.
How often can your mood fall into place,
Wants, Needs and Constraints,
All subsumed in a pure moment,
of abandomnent?
Two electrons,
Three particles,
Four segmented beings,
numbers go on but dynamics dissipate,
It is time to head home.
How long can you hold someone else in your arms?
Can you let the embrace of another, fully take over your all?
Sunset to Sunrise to Sunset again,
All the movements bring along fragments,
Fractured constitution of a forever self-criticizing human.
Faith disappears.
But Trust!
Trust that the morning shall unveil thy beauty and mine,
That goodness will remain, beneath the silence and avoided looks,
That the future still holds as little weight as the moments passed,
That those silences actually hold endearment,
and That the depravity indulged is not forever binding.
Far from it.
Instead,
Believe!
That the ephemeral bridge drawn between our lust,
Our impressions and our ambition,
May result in more than what could too easily be considered
As a mistake, or a betrayal.
One skips breakfast,
because his mind is already full,
one skips lunch,
because his fantasy is too much to bare,
A quick jerk with every single second filled with nothing but you.
Perfect snapshot of intensity,
My daily vivid endeavors,
Of having you.
Your face, the smell of your hair,
Your thighs, your stomach,
How is this any fair?
That I should indulge in this explosive pleasure,
Which is not shared?
I want you.
Simple.
Wasted words and desires lost,
The lesser be known for better the feel;
but who can you really trust as your guide,
If not the wind:
Once it turns, the smell will dictate your path.
Visions.
Visions!
Where is the climax?
Perceptions are maxed out but the behavior is skewed,
Who may say with certainty,
What to follow:
Whether the stars aligned or your gut that is crumbling?
Dreams upon dreams of you;
but are they enough? And for whom?
Our collective or the egoist?
If only they were substantial enough,
For me to win your good favors, yet,
Love is only dreamnt and lust avoided.
Should be simple.
So why isn't it?
The kid inside longs for maternal care,
and from everyone.
Always.
The kid hopes but does not receive.
Frustration or, is he still fighting?
Giving, Give in,
and once just once,
Attain the sleep of the righteous;
Close to your breathing.
The kid hopes but does not receive.
To receive without having to ask,
To give without expectation,
Only in his dreams does such transaction exist.
Always doubt, forever ambiguous,
Did i not say it though?
The kid is simple.
Where do our lines meet? If ever.
How often can your mood fall into place,
Wants, Needs and Constraints,
All subsumed in a pure moment,
of abandomnent?
Two electrons,
Three particles,
Four segmented beings,
numbers go on but dynamics dissipate,
It is time to head home.
How long can you hold someone else in your arms?
Can you let the embrace of another, fully take over your all?
Sunset to Sunrise to Sunset again,
All the movements bring along fragments,
Fractured constitution of a forever self-criticizing human.
Faith disappears.
But Trust!
Trust that the morning shall unveil thy beauty and mine,
That goodness will remain, beneath the silence and avoided looks,
That the future still holds as little weight as the moments passed,
That those silences actually hold endearment,
and That the depravity indulged is not forever binding.
Far from it.
Instead,
Believe!
That the ephemeral bridge drawn between our lust,
Our impressions and our ambition,
May result in more than what could too easily be considered
As a mistake, or a betrayal.
One skips breakfast,
because his mind is already full,
one skips lunch,
because his fantasy is too much to bare,
A quick jerk with every single second filled with nothing but you.
Perfect snapshot of intensity,
My daily vivid endeavors,
Of having you.
Your face, the smell of your hair,
Your thighs, your stomach,
How is this any fair?
That I should indulge in this explosive pleasure,
Which is not shared?