From My Own View

From an introspective about art, love and life - December 2018 https://livinginthebuff.com/from-my-own-view/

As opposed to a state of being

My perfection is a fluid thing

A destination that is never reached

Without the agreement of her heart

But without it, there is no start

No fire to warm, no blood to boil

Just more expectation of toil

Independence only found in space

Proximity causes no heart to race

No warming touch, no lips caress

No bared skin to chase the mess

Try as I may, I will never quite reach

Without the agreement of her heart

So how do I start?

Between self-perception, and the outside view

Of how you see me, when I give all to you

Author's Note

Sometimes love is just a state of being a benefit to someone.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I am old and I understand the emotion of love, less today than when I was young. I learn my step-father skill. Smile and don't complain. If you complain. You will lose. I liked the twist of thoughts in the poetry Paul. Someone said once. Only the lucky or the crazy can know love. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Paul in the Buff]

Thank you, my friend. I am not young. And I too have learned the lesson of, don't complain. There's no point, and for most people it will just cause friction. Find ways to work around that which will cause friction, and for everything else, use available lubricants! hahaha!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Paul. Poor step-dad held the smile when dear mother was loco. Now I do the same.

[Paul in the Buff]

Challenging. I had much the same. Grew up in a house full of fighting, jealousy and vindictiveness. I refuse to act like that in any relationship.

[Joli Dy]

This is so beautiful. A little Prufrock questioning of how to begin...be still my Eliot-loving heart, but you know your answer. And she is a fortunate woman to have you.
Curious about that spikey image you chose to accompany your words.

[Paul in the Buff]

It's a type of aloe plant. It grows from the inside out, creating new layers from within, but every new layer bears the imprints of the layers that grew before it. I feel that's kind of a metaphor as to how we grow.

[Joli Dy]

Gorgeous. It's perfect.