the compartmentalization of
thoughts
and feelings
is a sensation that has stood the test of time:
since the age of the dinosaurs
(when triceratops fed on felt heart matter
and stegosaurus called
the land its own)
we have held on to the concept of
solitude // solitas
and how there is
a body and half a mind
to represent the person i was
way back when.
you exist as a part of my
left side of teenage wasteland subconscious
where you
sway, intimate
persist, delicately
holding court amongst
the brethren roses –
i sink my soul
deep within the soft side of your
always embrace
because this love is temporary,
transient.
the spirit as we know it
is unforgiving:
she is always ready to run.
