messy.

how easily the texture of your tears moves me.
undone i clasp the tentricles of time.
moving, restless, the full-bodied shaking of sobs,
how they mingle with the rain.

i await the dawn.
set on haunches, jaw clenched,
would i but leap you could capture my rapture,
lessening the ego’s grip,
funny how time does drip
away.

Away i could possibly know myself
as separate from your insistent voice.
the intense fragility of my mind
craves pure molten eruption,
would i but spew forth the immensity of my complexity.

how i wish for the flight of night.