Passion explodes from the hearts zipper,

like the taste of winter frost as I kiss her.

Outgrowth like weeds as I try to cut her.

Lilac lust floats about as it nips her.

 

I fall into a trance, frozen in my stance, as I glance at a reality I knew!

At first they’re two, counting down backward as reality untangles absurd and slightly deterred.

Beautiful delicate treats these moments are!  Given perceptive deceit only if we overlook the spark created as they meet.

Moments express the zest of adaptive response, poor emotions granted from fruitless taunts.  Taunting us as echos screech between our ears haunting us.

The wind gallivants as we dance a dance keeping us in this trance.  Forever we prance to the march of the pied piper as we chase her.

 

When will you come and save me passion?  When will my stake in you be worth its ration?  I fight for ignorance, as the world falls apart, wondering from the start if the point of my beating heart was to simply say it did.  The rattling of the lid, which sits atop my possibility will possibly rattle off just so that my soul can scream, “I BEAT, I BEAT, I BEAT!”

 

This is that moment where ignorance shall meet.  The means by which existence will treat as the zipper pulls apart countless times no matter where I start!