I love, I hate, I relate

[Ceremony]

Yesterday's tomorrow
Visits me again,
Again, another,
Just another...

Temporary way, a play,
I unfold the pages,
Each I write, and recite,
Love, hate, relate...

Fomenting mindful view,
Bent color hues,
Prisms by my choice,
Love, hate, relate...

Don a cloth imbued,
Drenched, and infused,
Genuine, indwelling
Love, hate, relate...

Yearning eyes express,
Guileless glowing,
To touch, furtive,
Tremble, the words...

The presence, focused,
Loving ally, partner,
Faithful success,
Tear drop touched...

Finger tip glides,
Floats to my face,
Embracing a drop,
Tears flow unstopped...

Protection in arms,
Folding me, holding me
Embolden me,
Love me!

Awaken, not a dream,
Felling reality,
With tears stream,
A bold new me!

 

[Ceremony]

That is a poem built with all of you. Despite my energy to get in the way, the tears will remain. There's no way to put them back, strength wanes. But, here, influence of words convey, any perception, grave to brave. There is a fight, a fight to end the fight. That will orient my being to and toward the me, genuine me. I will not flee, nor easily proceed, this journey of pain, love and need.

This poem is seeking to push my words toward seeking. To seek, to ponder action, embark on tearful yearning, earned partner. To deserve the finger to my tears, to be held in love, touched with care. Sexuality be damned as sex is a toy! Holding, embolden a genuine high, and to ply all fray, with our colorful array!

We employ conversation, love to see those lips, that face, feelings and deep embrace! To live. To love. Happiness!

 

[victor-victim]

excellent.
thank you.