30 seconds

Under the cold moonlit night
confined within brick surfaces
intent to not lose sight
of grace given curves, smoothes and edges

enamored to learning
and passionately participating
questioning curiosity
perversion and ability

feeling the heat of impulse
and the warmth of oneness
opting for what is passion
but denied by circumstances

I yearn for your gentle approach
delivered by experience
yet forthcoming with honest
adorable ignorance

never imagined that this would be possible
in person, culture, reason and explanation
but acertained great surprise
to living and intention

now time ticks to every moment and beat
selfishly wishing for time to stand still

"shailoe predicament"

from across the room our eyes meet

intensely magnifying each heartbeat

reading every moment of bent reality

leaving imprints of accustomed mortality

passing every day, going back and forth

uninhibited by marred thoughts and emotions

or feel otherwise

with the same intent and illusion

words get in the way

should silence suffice to exclude doubt

but when do you start and end with day

when do you see, when do we see?

apprehensive to submission

content with vice

bordering to thin lines, persuasion and conclusion

signaling the beginning to an end

yet hopeful for alternative takes

benign approach and fervour

that leads one to assumptions

and commit beautiful mistakes

fact... the unknown is inevitable

so make the most of it whilst able

quietly we press on, short sighted

subdued and haplessly belated