Morph

It's disconcerting …

the way my eagerness morphs to poised aspiration awaiting your crude touch, pushing me over the edge yet again.

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It unnerves me …

The way I like this.

The many ways I shouldn't

And I wonder …

does it unnerve you too?

Do you like the contradiction we stir up, or do you just like the remains?

The ash it leaves

Gently cleaving to the air before it randomly settles

Burning and decorating the tangled sheets beneath us …

Exposing humbled secrets ...

telling our stories.

~A.B.K.~ © 9/8/2018