Vaniloquence 10/15/24

What is it that lingers in your eye?

Do I dare curse you with my felted point?

All your gifted dysfunction lacks; provide me a rhyme to hum

A kept rhythm to balance my step

Tripping over the looseness of gravel

To scrape my knee would expose all my organic rot 

Burning the wounded edges with directed silence 

Honesty would further spoil my purgatory 

Confessed temptation as its felt in slumbering hours, a replayed trance to console 

The ability to touch and linger at liberty

Your abandonment has caused me to miss our engagement 

In all corners, remain fragments of you

Haunted within my own abyss 

Rather, do I seek you ?

Urging to be sought by you