I blurted out these two words
Upon which
An instant knowing smile — melting, illuminating and white-hot
Lit up the dim spot.
Fetching, mixing and shaking
Air suspended, smoke formed.
“May I”? That look in the eyes
“Ahah sure” — like a tacit agreement, somewhat
A puzzle waiting to unravel
It’ll be something fleeting, samba-like, and potentially devastating, of course !
Peeling off layers of my skin, it unveils
Asymmetrical structure
Utilitarianism has never guided me, for better or for worse
Love is a social construct
Atypical — that’s you for me — I somehow only had recourse to my childish provocation, but you’re a child too!
Regret has been a raging flame, hard to smother
Mother’s death only detoured that path of longing
Sex is the axis around which life turns — I couldn’t agree more
(Tomintoul turns out to be the spirit to nurture this verse)
Running is your specialty, for better or for worse
Off to an island that doesn’t have a pulse (but a reassuring emblem — a protective shelter, a motherly figure, a kind of union — could just do)
Never would I ever believe I could be, um, one day haunted by tattoos
Generally speaking — you’re wrong (and the Horse and the Rider…who is riding who?)
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