Honey eyes in the sun,
dripping from the edges,
as if day itself was too full to hold its light.
Your focus begins to soften,
at the thought of my mouth as it parts.
Where thoughts wander in spaces unseen,
and longing quietly starts.
Distance turns gentle in your direction,
a dizzying and heat stricken air.
Your head tilts,
I’ve abandoned all reason,
the world dissolved by your stare.
A morning that repeats itself without asking why,
rhythms that return without explanation.
Refusal that stays quiet but intact.
Quieting internal amplification,
is it fate or ramification?
Maps drawn on water.
Even outcomes decay.
Exhausted,
by constant reconfiguration of oneself,
just to remain functional.
Despite everything you know about unfairness, instability, and false control.
You still press continue.
One day you crit, next you miss.
Save file says “you’re prepared,”
but the dice were never shared.
Half your moves are panic,
the rest are patch notes.
Life is a game of hope.
You queue the next turn, and call it strategy,
it calls itself chance with hands.
The world updates,
nothing stays where it lands.
Lay down your temper,
words bite first,
but your eyes confess.
The room catches fire.
Tension tastes sweeter
when fed by desire.
Every spark traced,
you swore couldn’t tame.
Till your breath forgets
whether to curse me…
or say my name.
Flawed but honest,
a beautiful mess in plain view.
Undressed by judgement,
while hiding beneath your own truths.
Temptation wrapped in skin and bone,
all sharp edges and soft ruin.
Every inch examined,
so no one notices
You.
It’s a talent,
seeing how twisted people get,
trying to sound…linear.
Hanging whole arguments
from tiny threads,
they swear could never snap.
Until the strain turns sweet.
Pulling just hard enough
to make the whole thing fall apart beautifully.
Quivering,
under soft hands.
We go through the motions of today’s yesterdays and tomorrow’s now’s.
Everything and nothing,
all at once.
Until we realize,
the only moment that ever existed
was the one we kept postponing.