MINIMALISM AT ITS BEST.

the fingers swell

reeling reeling realing

back and forth the eyes bounce back and forth
and the humble laughs echo
between sections of bookshelves and we smile
so strange, so strange how excited i feel to see you
how calm i am to see you, so different from before

why, the people i love, these things are genuine
these feelings do and can transcend 
some centripetal force is not you, 
manifested, channeled, felt through you,
but not you and i am so thankful
for the realization and the fleeting moments
that occurred

i can say what i want now
finding the dark places that scare me
a death grip on the skin of neck
pulling the head back and
no gasp escapes

this i share; the wish
to create a synergistic emotional embrace
with whatever things that feel through
you and feel through me in differences 
and the I, the mind's I, yes it tells you
how much more human it knows it is
supposedly, not so suffocated by the
white noise but knowingly accepting
disgrace with this grace
which diffuses pain, 
releasing the silver chains 
of merely tolerance

merely tolerance

how romantic of you. to laugh immaturely at the body parts, 
in your own insecurities, it is cute 
that you are uncomfortable with the perversions

how funny, that you never saw this side of me until now
not in snark, just how afraid i was to be around you, 
how dare i be at all 
how different, how brave I seem now 
how strange that i am not somehow thinning out
stretching the self clean through blackholes of denial

i forget if anyone noticed.

fin
you 
the you that is also me somehow connected now this is nonsensical

how i silently plead
for the reclusion
to stop
to stop

come out and play

we can live our lives reading our books 
when we are
old and greying gracefully in the twilight
of the new dusk.

calmly waiting waves
welcoming us