BrokethaSol: Fixedness

 

So far out there that no one hears you?

I promise I sort of see you.

I promise I sort my seeing true.

I remember the primitive animal that bites you

in me, that tears the flesh of that soul of yours.

I provoke the higher order in you,

I seduce sacramental conviction in you.

I sometimes forget, that animal in me.

Voracious ferocity that grabs spark and plugs into you

deep and true and lost a'new.

Old archaic blashemous love

of sensory parted and carved into.

I love you

these binary one two types ache with 

each fall of finger punching out

my truth that will change. 

Will fade slow like the gouged monuments I leave

in the corner of that ear and neck of yours.

Sometimes love is the best

kind of love when one rides 

the wave. Taut transitory trysts can transform

sometimes love,

taut from contraction and loosened by

expansion.  

  My sometimes love can wield the monotheistic statique;

the staticity of elasticity,

the frozen wave or the ever balanced wave

of your and my love.

What beauty if it does freeze

and what awesome fear when

one as I is such hedonist of transitoriness

and noncommittal chess-and-checkers

loving.

I promise I can sort my seeing of you.

I grip your tendrils and your three or so

hearts and call upon bonding. Bonds of 

promises of my offering.

 Of one two type words,

translinguistic licks of that ear of yours

sometimes love,

and the balance,

and the wave, 

and the infinite,

the infinite wave. 

Siempre.

Sometimes.

Siempre.