"Be excellent, de desireless, be gone."

Fluency of imagination.

It sits three inches above my tongue.

Contemplative mannerisms,

And fantasy breeds thought with inimacy.

And when did the moment extinguish?

Heart pumping lava in bulbs.

We pass through this endless tunnel

And only blissful thinking dissipates.

I picked you up

At the end of a road pulsing,

The ground had its own beat...

Meet me... again... now.

So much change.

What seemed before, now as foreign as

Parisian text, sexy and seductive,

Yet little understanding exists.

No, now the truth of the matter

Has become stark and obvious.

All romantisism turned to grief,

And so the parting of ways.

What is this of love?

Human exerience trumping all reason.

It consumes the heart and brain

Leaving the rubble in its wake.

Do you know of a love that blooms

Yet does not die and disintegrate?

I pretend it exists for a moment

Painting myself with a black dress and heels.

But the realness of rejection,

Refusing to adapt, yet evoling all the time.

Seeking, searching, wishing, longing.

"Be excellent, de desireless, be gone."

And she dissappears in the wind.