SURPRISE BABY!

To the man in my life,



Look at the old and in love,
how their lives intertwine
with the grace of fretworked iron.
They live like some great flag unfurled,
they have become a covering for each other.
Is this what I imagine for us
when our energy is consumed?
This saintly passing of the hours,
this interlocking of mind instead of skin,
or is there also some dark undercurrent
that borders near death,
where days slip away until lovers
become companions to look upon,
to rock into silence with?

Today it is enough to have woken beside you,
but how many more days will we have
where the morning is amazing
just because you are here.
And time spent asleep is wasted, wasted.

Mmm

I am sorely deluded to assume my fear of embracing patience will go right out the window. On better days, i see semblances of my frail attempts to blow out disillusionment, pertaining to regaining full-fledged belief in the other. We choose to neglect that Ego has to be clearly separated from our perogative to assert.
Clearly,i haven't been blatant enough. i've successfully blurred the line enough times to give a seat up for misunderstandings.



Then again,
those spoons at night are worth every civil war.

dependency has been sorely ostracised. On its good days, it has managed to be more than mildly attractive.