lifeblood carefully unfurling its branches in the marrow’s guardian cells connecting more or less with permeable walls when pressure is looking for an elastic collision and the steady stream animats the soul bursting into a state of internal ataraxia
For a while there was an elastic band gripping her wrist. Then it snapped. The taught frantic energy became dusty residue, a shed snakes skin. Fragments of it lay in the crevices of her cupped palm. Parts of it seemed to wriggle, until they didn't ache any more. Looking up, the room remained quiet. A bad song landed through the speakers. Time started back up again. The pieces had to be scraped into the apron.
baby, let’s create a love where … when we’re plagued and bombarded with complications we still spontaneously recommence our conventional shape; like an elastic.
darling, let’s make a love where… when we fight and you say i hate you i can gaze in admiration into your eyes grasp your hands pull you closer kiss you and tell you i love you and we’d be okay because you’d know i mean it.
my love, let’s create a love like an elastic whereas, we’re oblivious to our boundaries and we’re too paranoid to find out because if we do, we just might pop.
your heart’s been broken, mine has too; but i promise you an elastic love is all we need to get through. I want to feel what you feel. I want the tough polymeric substances connecting our hearts to communicate with me; vibrating whenever something is amiss. i want to feel the pain he made you feel i want to dwell in your suffering and swallow it just to digest it and make sure it never comes back up. After that, i want to be yours …forever. - d.b.d.