Kiss the Girl

The sun feels cool and calm against the weathered dermis of my casing.

Such a stark contrast to what the liquid pulling cheese-covered-man evokes in the dead of night.

Through translucent matter, the light appears gray as the foreground slowly passes over me.

Every web I come into contact with leaves me in a panic, yet how many of them have I myself formed?

Countless visions shake me daily, as I am caught dreaming with eyes wide open.

Thoughts evolve into actions on the whim of repressed silent desires. 

Their vibrations strike multiple chords, leading to rhythms unknown to what I have become.

I am inclined to recall my journeys  under the sea, where my words became entangled with mystery.

It took another of her race to close me, and until now I did not realize the opening effect that oxygenated circle gifted me with.

Seven years later the resolve has become clear.

The one who can unlock this doorway,

Is lost somewhere in time.

Why must I weigh a different past with my own?

I have blossomed despite countless regrets.

The wisdom I possess must be offered outwardly to every new beginning.

Holding my trials firmly, I begin to embark on an unknown quest, and precede to develop connections based on mutual understanding. 

Cyclone

When I look back, there were no warnings regarding the scales of romantic justice.

Caught on the border of experience and want,

I lose my true north in the cyclone that entraps my thoughts.

Cognizant of my own person,

I understand how my foresight fails me.

Most of the time I only awake in the calm of the eye,

Before I know it, I'm miles above the fertile soil of the ancients.

She may be blind, but it is hard to imagine her lapse in judgement between a serpent and a hare. 

Give into the trust you harbor for me, and I shall  put my speech on the line.

I swear that come Hell or high water, I will cultivate the honor from my heart that you desire.

If one day from behind the curtain I discover a succubus in disguise,

Be forewarned,

My kindness ceases there.

Routine

Looks like I stayed awake too long again.

I'm better off without you and your condescending appreciation.

Too many hours behind the wheel only mirror the amount of time my mind raced to stay by your side.

You should have listened when I said that I did not want to know.

The quickest words to crawl up and blossom do not even begin to paint your portrait.

My lungs feel clean in this absence.

At least.. I know who I am.