I won’t let you have me,

scathing, salacious, seething

reality of discontent.

I watch you build momentum,

spiraling, sensation of insidious

energy that buries my soul.

Buries my being,

desire to respond,

leaves my mind yearning,

to find some reason,

some virtue that suggests,

just why we reconcile ourselves,

when only desire we glean.

Why when quiet

in the evening sun,

reflective reckoning,

that silent pause,

tells our hearts to evolve.

Learn to recognize pain

for the conduit nature,

certainty in the eyes of a tear.

We will walk faster through the tendrils

that scratch our skin with jealousy.