Meaty Meeting

Hello. Nice to meet you, here is my meat. Meaty grinder, meet my grounds. Am I cooked or do I become minced and spoiled by your spoils.

Pop and snap the fats into submission, I surmise my fate. This is a fate-less endeavor as subjects are moving parts in her recipe.

Cooked and mixed into the vat of tasteless ingredients, my opaque secretions fuse into the totality of the world. Muscle to ailment, we become each other’s chow.

Fork. Chomp. Chomp. Chomp. Spat. Mess of gristle, heart of spies, we are unappealing. Chomp. Chomp. Spat. Chewy exterior and mushy central.

Through the mouth, sliding down the esophagus and into the stomach, enemy chasms erupt. The host is hosted by our parasitic nature and passing is imminent.

There is no beyond, there is no great realization, there is no evolution or rumination, there is, is. Isness is the mar of breathing.

Miss-Fortune

I feel you from behind but no longer see you from the front. Thoughts of wonder are no longer things I ponder.

Devil’s path to dignity, I find privilege. Wrongful pursuits that could never be paid, no actionable reason to abate the union. Blind from above and silent from below, these conditions are expired.

Flowing to new landscapes I stand distant, with a panoramic shift of emotion. I am no longer tainted by your vision as new eyes judge me in different ways.

We are both free, hold it dear … my dear. Your fiction is no longer your cage. Let your dreams take flight to the next restriction, for her hands will bind you in new ways. Embrace the misfortune as the miss is your avowed fortune.

Twin Cutlery

She wanders, to the Neverland of herself. Looking for the sun, amid the pasty path.

Step to stone, stone to step, placement of the self into exploratory endeavors. I have grown so tired, can you help carry me?

There is no extended hand, the legs elevate each minute to each year, selfish walk of survival. Is this the way it was supposed to be …

Here is the empty home, making accommodations for the empty place setting across the table. Let me set the fork, spoon and knife, but there in nothing to partake at this table. I have dinner ready my dear. My dear, you are the mirrored partner sitting at proper placement.

Is this course everything they said it was meant to be, leading to the same destination regardless of the choices we made. Destinations of glory mirroring your destination of destitute, the laughter filled home being equal in outcome.

I choose discomfort, did you? Dine with me.

Phoenix

The delivery is without filters, reincarnated to explore, discover and create. I am everything without you and everything with you, there are no barriers to annul.

The acclivity of life finds solace on tonight’s mountain, viewing the possibilities of limitless breath. Sharing in inception, timeless memory blooms unfold petals of your beauty. I cry and am with you always.

I want to experience this with you. So, it is done. I want to dream this with you. So, it is done. Are you God my love? We share their grace.

Infancy passes, but I am everything with you and everything without you. Continuous walks of sometimes and possibly, we are here always.

My innermost irritation is calmed by your chamomile cleansing, leaving distant background memories. We are young again without goodbyes or preconception. From debility to tender, the stage is buried in succession.

I am with you always.