I'll Be Damned

so often I find myself rereading
repeating and repeating
slogans for life etched onto every surface of the brain
engraved permanently like epitaphs on a tombstone
forever withstanding the tests of environment
weathering without total disintegration
of the original emotion

I feel far too much like I'm straining
stretching myself further than my arms reach
yet wrapped in this blanket I have not flexed a muscle
have not moved an inch in hours
will my head ever tire of this repetitive course?

what you feel inside
can flood your extremities
wash over you
seems to start in your chest
spidering out from there
to the tips of your fingers
base of your toes
rippling in gasping waves
emotion is energy
and thus travels the same

I hope to find a kindred soul
one to heighten my perception
one to heal my imperfections
together we could connect
create and complete
and encounter the sacred

I am held enraptured
my thoughts never straying for long
I can no longer call this fleeting
the ever sensual virgo
never ceases to desire elevation
of both body and spirit
I am the dormant volcano
is my eruption anticipated
how I hover above the heat
enveloping myself in the overwhelming
I cannot permanently kill my passion

I dream of elegance
embodied within eyes alone
pierce my exterior
feast upon the abstract
deliver me from my state of security
into the wilderness of unadultered emotion
make me feel the whole fucking spectrum
in the synaptic cleft between neurons

for thine is my kingdom
bring forth my instinct
exonerate the beauty
that doesn't merely flicker
but burn like Hades' pupils
beyond the depths
of my own personal touch