Member Poem

Skip Perfect

I want control. Remotely or physically.
Those butterflies, let them be set free else where.
Rest your heart, don't let it fall for the imagery; first times; lust laced moments.
Shield our eyes so that everything that is done is with touch; Aura; sixth sense
All the flaws, demented thoughts, and past.
Get mad and frustrated. Let's scream it out.
Tell me how you think you feel at that moment.
Now stop.
Let it simmer, hold out your hand and touch my heart, that hit you feel is my pulse, my, your, our life line.
In this moment, in our naked state, vulnerability obvious, is where we choose to either stay or make a break for it.
You see my tears, open wounds I wanted to fester openly so my baggage is clear.
Your shadow snitches of an issue of parental absent, acceptance.
As you weep, you confide in me thus strengthening me and all my wounds slowly mend themselves.
This I live for. The storm. The hurricane, the fight and struggle.
I need to know you'd stay.
So let's skip perfect and get straight into reality