horns born into stables
of aimless wandering
i am how do they say
a
peripatetic pleased as punch
fluid movements in dirty shoes
washing the paint from the fingers
my hands employ
notice my teeth
the way they dance with words parted
grasp the landscape violently
and allow those
fleshy claws to dig far beneath the surface of suffering
ensues
hues of growth and smoke
green stocks ascending into such great heights
i can't explain fully how your gaze affects me
but it's something i enjoy
clouds of obscurity sneaking from
the balcony of your unrelenting eyes
in yesteryear's i would have
convoluted the situation with metaphor
and drunk soliloquies whilst
prostrating on hard wood floors
this time however
i'll just casually simmer in my contentment
and stretch outward from time to time
and curl my fingers around yours
utterly pleased to be all but alive
and absolutely human in the simplest of forms
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