Friday, December 9, 2016

Following upwards

I am one to be consumed by the world.
I know myself so well, virtues and morals.
And the trap is set, likes rabbit believing the food is finally without cost.
I so easily believe that others wish to be as I do,
Aiming to obtain the same affection and romance.
Willing as I, to lace our souls and weave the most plentiful harvest.
Slowly growing unaware of the differences we share in ideal growth of togetherness. 
A mental codependency, untethered by the need for physical interaction.
And the word is trust.
And the sense is growth.
And it starts with lust.
But it's all unknown.
I must taste what I come to lose sight
of in the eyes of love my trust is bright.
And now it's cold and my fingers froze.
And winter ground and time will hastily freeze my toes.
Until I cannot dance.
Until I cannot walk.
Until I feel romance.
My fingers will not talk.