Time's Vengeance

Persistence, Execution

In animation, vexingly coarse
the relationship I carry within
fights for my every thought,
the images of longing to feel you
and the frustration that I secretly hate you.
They claim hate is a strong word, but what else can contain the delusions of grandeur that happen to suffocate my images of what I believe you are, when how could I understand someone who makes me sweat with anticipation and lustful longing, all the while curious as a fox hearing footsteps in the wood;
those footsteps warrant no meaning but what I believe, or perhaps what I want them to be. I keep thinking this is all in my head, but my body ushers me to make it physical and personal, again to match warmth with warmth and heart with heart...
You can see the confusion of the dance;
the steps I've taken to come this far and move on, but the audience calling for an encore, a refreshment of the beauty that was two fires joining into one.

It's the fire I miss the most, the soft gestures and smooth sensations I have been waking up and craving, rummaging between the past I've put behind, to reopen the book that reveal your expression of empathy, and I have longed to grasp you within my hands and feel myself join with you, eyes closed and hearts open. Why am I feeling this again after I've relished the thoughts of remembering your grace
? After I've given up on anything I had imagined?
On some level, my innermost desire may be exactly this, and I am too naive to admit that what I want more is to see your smile once again