sensory overload (a love letter)

I see you  
a wayward son  
drawing strength from shadows  
picking through grey bouquets  
of crestfallen moments  
wild, uninhibited, unfair  
are how those blossoms  
slowly faded  
into a new kind of blackness  
 
I know each thought invasively meanders  
scattering like seed- far and wide  
understanding that quickly taking root  
 by digging deep, is to bury an always  
i see you ask yourself if it's possible to reconcile pain  
given how hurt grows with such ease  
when watered by a tide of tears  
 
heavy is an albatross of darkness,  
clinging to the very viscera—  
a black rose is pinned  
upon a heaving chest  
while sinking worry begins to fill  
my own  
 
I taste you  
from the empty wasteland of starvation  
where life-giving need  
scantily begs to be fed  
hunger burrows into a new home  
as vexation keeps itself stored  
like a salty brine  
 
l hear you  
singing wordless songs  
of throaty staggered wails  
driftwood that clamors cold silence  
awaiting warmth to be sun bleached  
pleas ring in eerie chorus  
a heave-ho to hoist the colours    
into never-ending ebbs and flows  
oh, how they echo  
within my own simpatico heart  
 
see-sawing amidst devil secrets  
confusing and not;  
we both understand  
the high's and low's...  
is the way it goes  
 
hold fast, darling  
 
ride tall  
 
steadfast in all  
that quiet beauty  
discover the ice hard truth  
of it, your pain  
 
and the bounty it harvests.  
 
I smell you.  
solemn, real and exposed  
closing my eyes  
I breathe in deep,  
again  
and  
again  
slow comforting repetition  
adds a little sweetness  
pure aphrodisiacal ozone  
penetrates. me.  
seeps in subconsciously  
washing over  
everything  
pricking my skin, alive  
each sacrosanct goosebump  
proves how life lives,  
bends and molds  
how it fucking feels  
when reaching out  
to touch the magic of fortune  
grasp it hard  
with both hands  
as strong fingertips trace  
the upturned corners  
of a smile  
 
 
confirming