A Quote

"It's a perishable desire that feeds and eats away at corners of unprotected bits of me.

Like a dance with arms stretched at length and two partners encompassed in censored focus we work the shifts that burn fire to our lips.

A fleshy pleasure waits at home with the love that birthed three years before, and I , the yearling with insecure falsities of pride wait for something to die.

There is a reason the excitable moroseness ignites a spark that flashes a flood between the space of eyes-

I am not willing nor able nor allowed to know what it is that she has known 1,095 days between warm sheets and the comfort of a thousand times you went to her in dreams and in working with me.

I am in deep with words too witty for the functions of the gray matter encompassed in bone-

I know they'll keep you thinking on your toes when she hovers above in weakened relief.

A seed.

Buried in the chest of man to keep him from staying content too long.

I push back like a fist full of cash across splintered bits of wood and you two sit on one side while I,

lay restless in a theater of graphic art strewn across the black screen

I've seen the better half that holds the plates and makes the wait of the family man more pleasurable.

You'll meet a friend at the bar stool with imagery of me and you and think that I am unaware of the attempts to get you to come with.

You'll have your excuse in the matter of fiscal policy and a tampered scene

But I've been around your mind like a string pulled tight and loosened to let in the light.

You'll never not let go soon enough to get back to what you had in a time before you saw it in my eyes and I

the girl you were never supposed to meet becomes your favorite person and puts a gap between the sheets"

- C.P.