That underpant in a flashy shade,
The pendant hidden beneath the conservative-looking shirt,
Those barely noticeable highlights,
That piece of metal in that almost-forgotten crevice,
That no one will know,
And needs to,
Except you.
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Forego
Alive.
You fly,
And boy, do you –
So much so that you’re at ease,
And at calm,
Finding tranquility in the pace.
Set free – I
Fiercely motivated people,
Whole as a single unit,
Need be together?
Set them free,
And flourish be.
You.
And in your arms,
I am reborn
In your touch,
My sin is absolved.
Vibes
Put down your foot,
You will,
The ripple that ensues –
Only one of very many.
Doing, versus the fine art of keen observing
Devices – II
Left to your own devices,
Left to yourself,
No proverbial race,
No race barriers,
What is it that you would do –
Dear,
What is it that that you would indulge in,
When you’re empty,
And yet so full.
Devices – I
Left to your own devices,
What is it that you would do,
What is that you would explore,
In the deepest crevices of your mind,
In the entryway to your psyche,
In the rambling mish-mash of your beautiful, twisted thoughts.
What is it that you would set alight, if you could,
What is it that you would look at, with wonder, and with delirious fancy,
What is that you would give wings to, in the burning territories of your feudal lands,
What is it, in the dark, wonderful, seething corners of your mind,
Would you, dare if you could, make sweet, sweet love to.
Beautiful.
And,
with all the scars,
that come out,
at times,
scars yet unseen,
scars that have made their mark,
scars that might not go away,
With all the scars –
will you love me,
for who I am.
A Sight into My Psyche 