Not Exactly

Surely this is temporary, a bit of exaggerated exasperation. Intense increments of inexperience. Under the unbalanced behavior of one or another. Maybe a moment of unintended malicious relief, or a matter of prolonging the ungraspable closure that was meant for your hands. Don’t take for granted the pleasure of intimacy for it is fleeting faster than the undeniable breath in each lung. How far will you go to hide the discomfort that is so easily seen upon your every expression? Rampaging across the roses, when they demand to be admired. There is no calm amongst this storm. Indelible marks mar the skin that yearns to be kissed.

Not exactly the life you dreamt of, but who could’ve dreamed of fires in the sky.