Everything is a mystery
cloaked and enveloped between lust and the protective ties binding
eternal love which is but a vain attempt to capture this one creature
once settled in reflection and confused by the abundance of emotion as
the tale stings yet a new sting every dawn.
And yet. Each word
carefully crafted, moulded between need and the greed to know what lies
beyond each dawn keeps conversations just ahead of the perhaps/maybe.
Rightfully so, the seas divide and conquer - ah but the overt romance
shared as one the other seeks to keep confined but often in escaping -
in the truth between the gradual ever merging self to self and skin to
skin in perfect resonating imagery and the odd frightful thought that
this - that this is but the stuff of mutually perplexed thought...