In this stubborn concentration my eyes run a marathon between sentences;
my mind
thoroughly edging out faulty judgements in a meta-narrative sprint.
All of a
sudden my world is flooded by a vast streaming sensation of pure longing;
my intense
be-longing rivalled by the extension of perplexity when you’re be-gone.
But soon I
will hear a panting trepidation and turn to face our earnest infatuation;
And from
the pitch-black grease of doubt will shine a beacon of floating trust.
Hitched in
her throat are all the words that paint the expression on her face;
We will
talk about it later, but tonight we lie naked at the riverbed of our deluge.
As we walk
hand in hand I turn to see in the horizon the sanctuary of an industrial sky;
And here, fire-imbibed,
I promise to remain at home dwelling below the starry canopy.
