For Today

Attachment is plastic, molded by madness of the mind,

Some moments I stumble, I am too far ahead, or maybe too far behind,

Sometimes I can’t breathe, mesmerize me, his eyes can stop time,

Quickly look away, break his gaze, don’t dare let him look behind mine,

Trust the universe and the unknown,  doubt lies in fickleness of mankind,

On the surface I’m steel, tears and years spent cementing this wall,

Map my escape as matches and gasoline frighten me less than our inevitable fall,

Torn between love knows no bondage or bounds and God hates us all,

Seems I never know when to give up, push through even if I have to crawl,

When our bodies collide, reason withers, route of escape I cannot recall,

Foolish to imagine what may be, to proceed with procurement of plans,

Historically pure hearts and intention slip right through my hands,

Climb into his caress, briefly lost my composure, I hope he can understand,

Find I feel free under his fingers, yet I will never force or demand,

Imagination is irrelevant, falling or dropped, it always hurts when I land,

Fires never apologize their heat or fierceness of their flames,

Neither will I for my soul, reckless and raw, bright with beauty and pain,

My heart is courageous, creative, although it’s never been sane,

I refuse to regret how it opens, or how he feels inside me when I moan his name. 

For today, for the moment, we are the sky, though the weather may change. 

Fucked up, in my feelings, need the surrender of silence,

My mind muffled and mumbling, grasping for guidance, 

My thoughts get so thick, my head hurts vehemently, violent, 

My hope hangs so heavy, sometimes I sink and succumb, 

Free will fights my faith, intelligence intercepts, desire to be dumb,

Revelation, realizations, my caress can be cold, nearly numb, 

Endeavor to articulate emotions, earnest and arguably apathetic,

Seduced by the storms, his hands are fire, force me to forget it,

Perilously paused in the passion, inevitably we either rise or regret it, 

Like the worst of the weather, I emulate the extreme,

My soul’s shines like the sun, make you weak in the knees,

I hurl hurt like a hurricane, estranged, envious, and unclean,