Quietly. Home.
Quietly,
Contemplating the maze that
Is emotional intercourse
Emotionally,
De-cluttering the depth from a height
In breathless solitude
Breathlessly,
Grasping to suck back the words
Of obsessive meanderings
Obsessively,
Discerning the succulence
Of passion, then and now
Passionately,
Engaging the crevasses
To the blackness of my soul,
Soulfully,
Returning home, for today
The joy in her song,
The warmth in her laugh,
The light of her eye
The art of her sway
I’m going home.
Artfully,
Navigating with calculation
the edges, Aching for quiet
Quiet
Quiet
Quiet
Quietly,
Contemplating the clear and copious simplicity
Of my obsession
Letting go the hold before it wanes,
The joy in her song,
The warmth in her laugh,
The light of her eye
The art of her sway
Stoic gratitude for temptations muted
By a song in the soul,
Hope,
Yesterday’s passion
Quietly
I’m going home. I’m going home.
Home.
tongonpig 