we bask in the poignancy of rising stress,
it is the eye of the storm,
a swirling magenta of rage kept pressed in,
the box rattles but we feed off the energy,
there is power in the first wisp of tension on the cusps of our cheeks,
a veritable sea breeze of seduction;
to yearn for success, the fear transcending to the drive.

draft me for the silken dreams
raft my hopes on a desolate ocean
allay the terrified cruise of waves
magnify heathen's hope tenfold

and yet I spare the allocated freedoms

this sea of serenity,
floating eternal and faultless,
plumes of drifting tranquility,
is but a hair's breath from its inferno,
the rising tide,
and crashing irascible consequence of such drowned passion.

I have plundered your ebullience,
dipped my talons in between the breathing slits of your vivacious presence,
I hunger for such exuberance,
my eyes widen with euphoria,
a leech of all that ripe and tender effervescence,
a singed wick upon the temple of your tranquility,
I will not let you be,
O I am truly your misery.

I read your letters
deep into the belly of night
the beast claws at my bruised eyes
sleep is savagery beyond measure
fatigue follows close behind
but the words sink claws into my skin
and I cannot help but reread and remember
when those claws were more than phantoms

We walk the road of truth,
yet evade thy scenery,
i saw the ****** in your eyes,
but rerouted past your ammunition,
the one that held your hand as the trigger clicked,
the truth lacked space for their voices.

I never understood people who ran,
the burn in the lungs,
ache in the thighs,
pain and restless aftercare,

the people left behind,
the solemn faces that never cease,
the memories you can't escape.

I run into the night,
a wild blessed thing.