Yearning for this [undiscovered] un-desire,
the gift is heavy; a pregnant darkness, the naissance
of this elixir bittersweet; liquid metallic bruise.
Burning excitement, disappointed surprise,
ripping and tearing and exposing a veiled universe of
inconceivable ideas and notions, ringing clear;
unwanted.
I've longed for your arrival, suffocating myself with
the intoxication of the anticipation. Yet,
you were born into this world faceless, uncongenial,
mine.