I took an oath to be a celibate
Lost in the freedom of oneself
brimmed within my own flutes
to the outliers of an invisible world
the mornings were an easy breeze
the nights were a liberating ease
but my feelings played in the fields
twisted in the stillness of loss
and I can’t love or feel another
it’s a den of escape tensions
the heart beat of loneliness taunted
but I killed it and escaped torture  
the ******* of drought evaporated
to a simmer stop of token lows
Is it sitting on an edge of illusion?
To forget how to kiss another
To forgo the recognition of a reflection
Pushed too far along a incline
Hoping to find words to capture love