Les Petites Mort's

Les Petites Mort's

It might be good to get to know each other

Before having whatsoever physical, oh so, touch

Things get often more complicated at some juncture

Inasmuch as emotions get a mite “too much”

It cocksurely shall not be dead precluded thereby

But it actually shouldn’t happen to be a happenstance

There is better none to speak of insecurity afore 

And no whatnot, like advances in advance

Commitments, yes, should be committed

In this erratic running run-up to the summit

Secrets should be disclosed beforehand

And scales' levels be in the plummet

Fortune is a fickle once in a while

Measures better not be beyond measure

What good are questions without any answers?

What good ALWAYS interrupted pleasure?

It very takes it out of me that kind of emotional shakiness

Not to know what someone upcoming will possibly feel

It's "La" iterated "Petite mort" with a difference

An unreal real REALITY really being unreal

What do we need to make things constantly worthwhile?

What is the essence of our frightening dismay?

What could give us some more comfort?

What are we not willing to pay?

It's exhausting, turning off and boring

This flip-flopping and swaying to and fro

I'm longing for connection without fail

Not challenged compulsion to let go

Will we continue living with spaced teeth?

Or will we live having instead of lacking punch

Will there be always be one flower at time

Or betimes other while some bunch

Don't give me silence, uninsured

Don't give me any longer such gaps

Give me an upheaved certainty

YES..., instead of perhaps

I'm not made of, no, no paper

I'm not made of any kind of wood

I can't make any promises either

Though if you would, I could

I like you, I trust you

I feel comfortable unsure

Please, be bold soon

Please, be PURE

HC_B - 30/09/15

[5:55 AM]