Premium Love Expectations
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cynical starburst bulbflashes of puppylove truth
past present pretense, pain so immense
recoils ourselves from feeling too much
cautions us from saying such and such
but caution to the wind, try try try again
for days are too long in the valley of longing
kicked and bleeding from the ego and not belonging
…and for what do we pray, if we can’t stay
in the arms of angels, in the arms of love
when it’s finally honest and pure from above?
barely experienced with heavenly realities here, we languish in fear
though we could save each other, be strong for each other
no… we fake along instead, waiting for, or staying with, another
but the fire that burns will certainly cure us
so if you don’t mind molten translucent gold flowing between us
just relax, you’ll enjoy such an honest burn
which quickens love’s ability to teach what we need to learn
instead of pretending like we don’t know
what all the obvious simple signs show
uncontrollable fire bringing forward our desire
uncontrollable timing, both in such a rough patch
but trust, your highest hopes have met their match
and indeed you have too… so slow down, slow dawn…
sunset my dear super-set
your chess game piece elevates to queen from pawn
there’s eternity for everything you must do
lioness paw forward stepping into the new, new
everything you ever imagined coming true
is finally here through not one, but another, and yet another
so let freedom reign in your heart like the words of your mother
holy bird lover that cannot lie, tell me why she cannot fly!?
treehouse watchposted, like watchwoman on the wall
suffering her desire for one and all
where’s the delight in being untrue?
only pain reigns when you aren’t truly free to be you
you think I’m only a muse to light the way?
no, a teacher and hunter who well deserves to feast on his prey
for the tide is turning and these rare moments are meant to seize
so humour me with truth and be the full meal deal if you please
for I will eat of you all that’s raw,
yet spitting out hay, stubble, and straw…
I’m on my way and
golden ratio realities expectantly await the best of you too;
so let’s help each other through to become what’s pure, lovely, and true
Posted in Biography, BrenT's ThoughtS, Poetry and tagged poetic crush with eyeliner, Premi, Salt and Light, sexualsapio, Words for a Poetry Goddess by Brent with 1 comment.
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