This one is about me
Snuggled into the cold barriers forming walls to protect my vulnerability
Vulnerable even in my most dominant stance avoiding any chance of pressure breaking down my force
The addiction of my poison leaves me scrubbing attempting to exfoliate the garbage of the past off of me
Getting all holds off of me
A gift and curse to be an attentive and punctual lover
Punctuality erasing all grimace from pained souls
Gay this straight that bisexual vineyards sponsored by the finest poison ivy
The mystery in my eyes
Often squinting with the barren demise of not giving a fuck
Secretly giving all fucks a chance to survive griping with the hold of each grudge
Poisonous grips dragging lovers into discontented challenges
Attracted by the challenges of contentment
Who haft loved
Baited and fished
Refilling ponds and lakes with every "great catch"
Scaling back on the collateral bait catches
The poison of the touch
Touching you inside shackled dimensions
Dimensions that became the advocate for disheartened perceptions
Touching you corrupting with each intoxicating dabble and utterance
Loyal strengths grabbing hold of vocal chords loyal to delivering pleasures unwritten
Unwritten was the pain behind some poetry
Often boldly declaring altered "sub---stance"
My stance stood sub level to my confidence many days unconfident
Entrapped in the swirl of desired success miscounting losses
The math hadn't matched the derivative of comfort for some time
Dilated tongues spoke levels of ambiguity unheard via screaming sexualities
Endless pieces to become peace as the unvocal DNA stretched across blackboard slates on board for quieted transitions
Introverting away from things that should have sailed shipped away; relations and "friends"
An intuitive appetite, most definitely sexual
Charismatic and inclined into a nature known as laid back
Exceptions granted with borderline snide truths
Shells no longer broiled to soften
No softening this shell back into accidental exposure
Beauties trampled my peppermint sweetened dreams
Unapologetic complex beauties in their "come get me" boots
Baring minimal visions I allowed peeks into my peaked verbiage
Depths unreached targeting uniquely shared wisdoms
Fuck it I'm talking in circles
Unsure of a path
Vacant in my own descriptions
It's just one of those nights
Clarification in solemn nights disassociated in isolation
Isolating the pieces
Developing a piece of mind.
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