Lying at lofty heights lies something,
Held loosely afloat by currents unknown,
Existing purely by virtue of chance,
The desire entailed condemns me so.
It's the subtle curve of those soft lips,
The mysterious vague longing in those desperately bright blue eyes,
I couldn't settle for less than everything,
Now that I know it exists.
I feel I know now what it means to be,
That I could feel so close from so afar,
That I could feel so cut-open,
So intimately enveloped in longing.
That intoxicating sickly sweet smell,
Of flourishing romantic warmth,
Never familiar when it comes,
Always forgotten when it leaves.
Leaving the house the textures dissipate fast,
Walking not running from something with ease,
It's funny I thought that something might last,
Alone in a crowded street I look around me.
Shapeless beings of curious nature,
Pass step by step in rhythmic trance,
Focused on something other than here,
I wonder if they've reached something by now.
