how my adornments were offended
the graceful gold of my 24 carat
reminded of its malleability.
Not precisely of the fools gold
but a slight waver of a scratch
reveals its lower silver--
the layers of fear.
How the value of a thought
can convert to a sea of situation.
What could be missing from mind?
That exact line of pursuit.
May it be true that the heart does indeed move along~
Even after time after time, carefully chosen
affirmative agreement on a heart sicken with
The Exquisite Pain.
Ink on ink, layers of
--incandescence.
Together we are glowing,
one opposite another.
Yet, in harmony--loving wildly.
We both initiate La Douleur Exquie
Boarderline high in life
low in solution. Oh, let the sun take its course
whilst the moon follows.
I cannot be the rising sun and a beautiful sunset
When you turn to her, eyes seeing gold.
When her reality be a rusted hook
--wasted away from time after time
of a lovers need to hang up their desires
We are all malleable~
taking in so much pressure and pain
mold after mold, changing as people
some may crack (what a fool to think be gold!)
others wind around themselves, sanity clinging on.
Silly they think not the beauty of pain
love, challenge, rejection, incompetence.
All of which gives us a mindful though
should we keep going?
I take you my love in mind, together, we strive strong for what makes us exquisite.
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