I think of him in the a.m. even though his name is of another time.
Expressing his thoughts in my dreams through pantomime.
He’s a self-proclaiming frigid bastard yet, I still pine for his affections.
His soul hides in the recesses of his misconceptions.
Subject to the deception of whores he’s known before.
Time doesn’t heal all wounds.
Just leaves scars behind.
The pain never subsides, his heart is still sore.
Redemption he seeks, but his aims are off-target.
Trying to make me jump through hoops because his senses are lethargic.
Cathartic remedies for his blatant skepticism.
When our spirits meet, cataclysm.
If I told him of the incessant violations from my adolescence, he would shudder.
But, I dare not utter.
Such overtones into the song of the uni-verse will disturb the brilliance.
Resilience is my greatest virtue.
My recollection of his spirit tells me he’s a young soul with old ways.
His affliction is physical but hinders his emotions nowadays.
Expressive, but only in written form.
When the vocals are on paper for him to perform.
Spontaneous communication, not so much.
So much that should be said, maybe he’s out of touch.
The effect that he has, he’s fully aware.
But, he chooses not to diffuse it, leaving me bare.
He’s in darkness seeking light.
I reach back to pull him up.
But, he sees it as death.
Another sleepless night.
Trusting what will come the morning after.
I operate in reality, illusions are for brains on scatter.
He acts like it don’t matter but, I know better.
He was with me in lives past, and is present in my now and forever.
AbsoluteVenus
A.K.A.
Hale's Angel
© 2012
A.K.A.
Hale's Angel
© 2012
