I write this in honor of your willingness to stick around.
I write this in respect of how I did not taint or tarnish our levels…
I was quick to gash our connection, but I dashed with reflection.
I thought; how do I ever expect to be heard, if I am apt to disregard the absurd.
I carefully followed my words, and went back into the rivers.
Shivers, of being alone.
I leapt out and went back into her home.
You are beyond sexy and beautiful.
Beyond majestic and useful.
I release and then I express.
I enjoy while you undress.
I am an utter mess, but when we are together, we are forever.
In the moments time, it is only for hours –
Within our infinity, poetically understood.
Our connections superseded all things humanly.
I am born alone and I will die alone.
There is no security in this life.
So I am growing comfortable with discomfort –
I say, I am growing in comfort in this discomforting romance, I say.
