Are we profligate, Disillusioned by fearlessness? Running unkempt Cut loose from Nature’s design, We rest, only to rise And seek restlessly Fruits of a victory ripped from obscurity. Past the grip of physicality, we speak Sermons of profundity: Inclined to faction, Built upon acuity of inclination.
An autumn glow As I run my hand through sun-kissed hair, Coursing though stalwart gazes, She tells me I am he.
We kiss. I shutter, For I feel unfulfilled. A causality of The perceived: Salience of difference no one sees
Stolen by wonder, Palpitations of her heart Slight the silence of her lips as we kissed And I realized that there’s nothing more Than to indemnify true sublimation, Where hearts truly rest, And rest together.