Frivolous At Heart

How have we been? Stretched out days on end without the breath to catch
nor the light to see because without your love siding mine foresighted such
delirium hath’ taken place in this wretched world. I need your warmth, I need
your breath.

How has’th you’ve gone in seconds but the penal sum lingers in my head like
the rapping on my door- rapping tapping at my hearts edge. I’ve been seen
you days ago but my laborsome trek has far outgrown the fruitful nectar of
your divine touch. I need more of it, I need lots of it, I simply cannot go on
with the thought of knowing you are near.

My love, my darling love. Hither’ hasn’t not linger for a souls outreach to be
twined like slivers of gold and knowing how bold I’ve been yet I wrap around
your very slender fingers like yard be spun; like gold be mated. I have not
had one nights sleep for I cannot sleep without you. Far away I am but so
in-need of you I cannot deny. You are the many facets I conjure up to keep
company, myself, nights without sleep: for every full moon I see, I see your
beauty that contours the menacing pits and that I am in an ecstatic reverie
for the beauty and every tangents the gray clouds would throw at it.

I’m a very patient person. I don’t necessarily wait for things to take its course yet I let it happen on its own. That’s very contradicting, I know, but I’m sticking to it regardless. I would imagine my time would better fit alone by myself and in reverie of coarse matter than to think any deeper on things not needing my attention. Sometimes though, important things need tending and I try my very best to do so.

“I have a heart of aluminum and yours, titanium.” -J.Nguyen Though that is very much true but I wouldn’t want my lover to have a heart tough as nails like mine. What’s the use I say, when someone is as content as you are. Not in unions I don’t think- not acceptable. To be content is a valued trait but to be content on your affections and the way you convey oneself towards a lover, is not acceptable. I’m content with everything; I don’t care for much. My lover must give harmony to upset the negative balance that is within me. I need not say less but for short and to the point, infinite affection and sincerity must be maintained else I wouldn’t want of it.