belated hearts

[fatfreepurses]

sirens of another cause
not one of alarm
but one of deliberate excitement
when your body disobeys you
and you start to wonder if maybe....
...you liked it
your mind crosses over to banish practical thought
and defy all things sensible
in the common fashion
your heart fighting madly
as your hands sCraMblE
yet smoothly...
so many things to control
yet all parts giving in
to rash spontanuety
caring nothing about form
....or the right way to do it
the film of epidermis that is your lips
is frantically searching..
..searching for common grounds
to make such alien motions
performing actions with LIKE parts
and anything that preceeds the

the way to your heart

a

s
t
u
m
bling road
a blithing path.. one that would
seem so impossible on a sunday drive
but is not even glimpsed in memory
when the goal is a greater gain
than the obscurities that lie en mass

like the two bodies entwined
with no desire to end the madness for its
the magnetism that disallows them to separate

good thing

for im sure at several glitches in time....
...my body became half of yours
and your heart reached mine
and ached at the notion of the gaining
distance between flesh
but held on for the moment
..the moment
yes.
this is the moment when holding on
is not taken for granted
but grants itself its own holding rights
when music to the heart is underrated
its somthing related to a symphony
of belated hearts

then pulling from oblivian
as so it seems
the heart always remembers
the playwright always schemes

the final touch
the final recalibration
the final love whisper stated
the final racing thought escaping
until we meet again....
....my heart will be belated