binkymcqueen

Anguish is a funny thing-
A ripe mad laugh in the face of the tormentor;
My anguish has shed its indifference with a shrug.
Gold halo eyes dead pan drag me into new heights of her passion and grace.
Strong woman
Workers hands nurture the soil with a delicate fondness;
I bet she makes her child laugh with wit and poise.

She eases my beggars distraction-
Makes my tension chase its self around in circles and rings of three;
Silver, shine and sparkle trinkets feeding my starving eyes.
I am at once at home in this world; A visitor waiting for permanent citizenship.

Where I hang my bad intentions on a nail in the head of my former self;
Anguish falls away the lions have indeed come to release me from self inflicted tortures of defeat.
I will bring fragments of shell and plant life to fill the biology of her oceans-
For she is not remorseful nor vengeful towards the moons gravity of my perception;
Gently rocking this wave back and forth-
Until me feelings, intentions and passions have ripped across the micro cosmology at the very edge of these feelings for you.

At which point I turn around and shock myself
With the notion that lifetime bleeds through my days steady with loyalty
Like the rings of Saturn.
I contemplate my life in threes.