Dramaturgy
there is more to understand
in this fire of a thing --
hauled out of the dark is this
lightsome body, a tumult
of a moment shaping into something
true and seizable.
in the siege of this haloed hour,
we, in the dark, ***** still
these passing moments
the rise of your heady perfume
choking the smoke billowing,
curling on our brows
raking the tranquil in this moment
of askance,
wringing enigmas of their
sublimities,
my body bettered with graciousness,
etcetera, etcetera
of letting you go where you ought
to be and to take you as a useless thing
demands to be blandly usurped,
that no superfluous beauty could ever
configure our analogue adjustments,
and that there is more to this fire than
just the heat of it, the drone that seeks
with a morbid following,
or the brutal truth that
a pain may never be shared
or equally felt, poised in solitariness
and delighting with wine, lonesomely
yet never despairingly,
a silence that brands our souls
with bounteous canticles of how
love's meant to be done alone.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
Dramaturgy
there is more to understand
in this fire of a thing --
hauled out of the dark is this
lightsome body, a tumult
of a moment shaping into something
true and seizable.
in the siege of this haloed hour,
we, in the dark, ***** still
these passing moments
the rise of your heady perfume
choking the smoke billowing,
curling on our brows
raking the tranquil in this moment
of askance,
wringing enigmas of their
sublimities,
my body bettered with graciousness,
etcetera, etcetera
of letting you go where you ought
to be and to take you as a useless thing
demands to be blandly usurped,
that no superfluous beauty could ever
configure our analogue adjustments,
and that there is more to this fire than
just the heat of it, the drone that seeks
with a morbid following,
or the brutal truth that
a pain may never be shared
or equally felt, poised in solitariness
and delighting with wine, lonesomely
yet never despairingly,
a silence that brands our souls
with bounteous canticles of how
love's meant to be done alone.
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