Posted: February 19, 2015 in art, poetry, writing
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Subject to icy mornings, fraught with tension
Like telephone wires and towing cables.
Warming from within, swallow silence with gasping breaths.
Selfish. Impulse. A mutual reality bathed in secrets and bound by silence.
Reasons have nothing to do with wants,
But fulfillment.
Similarities have nothing to do with how
Two bodies struggle toward satisfaction,
Understanding not whom, not why, but what.
Questions do not apply. There is no uncertainty.
Electricity makes slaves of hearts as well as desires make of those left unsatisfied.
Still, fires burn as constantly as needs become fulfillment.
Submission to attraction and reciprocation leaves the strongest frail,
Tearing down the walls to reveal an entity between trust and apathy.
Because only the lonely love each other,
The rest are just in it to feel.     


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