There’s a mistress that runs the sky blue, for you. Every tick, a jump. Every tock, a waltz with the right and then the left, and then the night mares into some happy beast, but you tether it in hope, and carry it at your hip.
Don’t you think it could be true?
Let’s have a conversation for the ill-reported life seeks
I am seeking
Imagine with me:
How about I offer up a prize, right here, right now? It will be another kind gesture of mine.
Come right up! Are YOU ready?
Is it wholly acceptable to want?
I’m one of the youngest wanters.
I remember always wanting to be in love. (Don’t you?) And I was. I mean, I did. I was and I did, but somewhere, somewhere, there was a missed hour. Sometimes you learn from the dark. Sometimes, in that purpling you see what is holy. There are so many lives to know. I am so alive and seeking. I tell myself, Leah, there is a real treat ahead…
(and, boy, do I want it.)
When they come walking in, one by one, and on the hour
l’ll say, If only you had more hands, or darn, I wanted more lips!
The nightmare and the daydream are one whole, and I want to say that as dark begets dark, dark also begets light, so don’t stress.
Some of us love in the secreted dark.
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