shut off your computers and go outside
seek silence, i dare
calm from the tricked out streets
crak wait white whats that and solace from the stir crazy flat lands amphetamine dream
shh..listen
she is breathing, rhythm, pace, giving touch to comfort
learn a thing and perhaps not blow your load in 1:34 seconds
pace, give her what she has given you, time bliss kiss and danger
time
and
labor
and
comfort
harsh
tribulation
hunger
console her in your arms
tremor, if it is honest
reveal a truth willingly
knowing she observes you posture
s t a n c e
learning more then you will ever concede
she is a watcher
and dances gracefully with your boyish miscalculation
to turn attention from faults
full circle to learn that dance
so honest
strong are my toes in the cold April mud
and no moment so real as know
i will not be weary or drunk for her
i am whole heartedly half
and nothing greater then love
i am boldly meek
i find humor romantic distraction
i have faulted at self, chasing that ego with elixir, and impresive outer virtue
i have died at love lost
but love you were
and love will always be
my eternity is written
and perhaps this which so few find
will come again
with different breath, and a new story
similar hair, or not
and she will not feel jealous over our chapter
for distaste of missing pages
and the strength of a boy, no..
a man barefoot in the mud