Do I dare question?

Do I dare question

And thus blow out of proportion

That eventling of a night?

Was it only a dream

An ambition impossible

A vision I needed

A comfort I wanted?

Thinking of something

By not thinking

Pulling wisps out of various

Flying musings

The base of all regrets

Anger

Decisions

Even angst

That is thoughts

And forming a child

A perfect being

Or a sign that fingers

Lubricated facts

That churn in a woman’s womb

A desperate attempt

With delirious finality

To stop the resolute transformation.

I had just named us...

I had just named us

Something else

Tired of holding on

I had let go

Resigned

Reconciled

When a night

Ripped at the flowers of kinship

And bloomed forth

Shameless

Unhindered

In the morning

I found glories

Huddled together like dew

Crystal clear in their innocence

Sheer in their intent

Like mucous formed of transparencies

A rapture forgotten

Lost amidst the plethora

That comes with living life

Suddenly stuck it’s tongue out

With vulgar alacrity

With boundless abandon

With raucous laughter

With wanton beauty

With sinful happiness

But I’ll never tell

I’ll let it pass

So that you can’t

Belittle by degrees

By understanding

The purity of this dirt