the breeze of unwanted movements

a breeze of unwanted movements

flipping through the pages, wandering from aisle to aisle

gazing at the shelfs with books upon books.

embracing the rustle of the leaves, wind blowing the freshness of the morning wind whispering through the window as it read, denatured.

you come and meet me eye to eye

the blossom of undesirable touches

your eyes speak to me back, as i see them dirty and frayed.

but as the time flows down the river,

there’s no worth left of what’s on the outside because the reality is that

‘once i’ve been touched, i’m already sold’.

the maculation of those words

the scorching heats

the fire blazing, burning the seas

pages glowing, it burns easily

a few charred words found in the flame.

thirsted and awaited

floral and foliate

flowers within its vase.

vulnerably delicate,

it’s touched and never to be cherished the same

the vase drops, cracks, shattered into pieces

and its flowers, picked, touched, and its petals ripped apart.

desperate in despair, defined to be lonely

climbing inside a lifeless body,

it’s all your lust that hangs this existence into a breeze of non-existence

we are creatures of circumstances

where our innocence is to please the palette of your appetite.

that breeze of unwanted movements created an eternal disruption

willingness to disappear into thin air

when the veil attached to our being is snatched

it’s not uncertain, but to be certain that the drought is forthcoming