Perfect Mess
Staring at a perfect mess
you do not stress
when you obsess
about perfection
A simply subtle and fluid resolution
dissolves the loneliness in your heart
that undermines your solid constitution
crumbling your days frustration
Feeling your way across a checkered past
strangers question motives, no one cares to ask
you mistrust your cheating souls art
looking for something you do not know and cannot impart
A challenge that falls heavily in your lap
is easily forgotten in her mouth
languid coolness flows from every tap
and eagerly you find you are going south
Drowning in a moment of persuasion
your nonchalance is calculated evasion
this time you fall back on learned behavior
discovering the next in line is your favorite flavor
There really is no question to this answer.
that smoking caress of yours bears no truth.
what can erase the stigma of lonely terror?
when do we lose the nostalgic dread of youth?
I antagonize and agonize, fail to recognize
the universal truth in everything
our hungry hearts make us siblings
chasing after similar and divergent dreams
There is no question to this answer
that kiss of your is biting bone
we cling to the bed to hide from terror
but find we were better off alone
together: silent screams, deafening silence.
affinity, cacophony, eloquence, victory
RiqA