To counteract this high
is a genetic obstacle
but to live on the boundary of something superficial
[dancing with stars, swimming with the dead]
I love, I love...
the grasp, not firm but just enough to stay steady.
I follow the path most erased
so I may be solo enough to remain
easy enough to go back or maybe
to wander with voices ignored by some
one hoping to enable another mindset
less complicated, more intense.
All too easily I idle
scared of the punctuating end
of you, of I, of everything this world combined for us
and together we mingle in the shadows
of that which is bright and optimistic
amorous for a taste,
an elixir that will always call us home.
[lifelines depending on reception
homes existing only in hearts.]