i know where i belong.
the problem is, no one believes me.
because very few, can actually see me

bound and tied to the beautiful
is the only way i can ever, do feel free
each broke the mold
and then shattered it again
in the allowance of admire,
love struck awe, there's no end

as if this, somehow
just utterly themselves
is exact, the ingredients
to be destined a life called
"sent straight to hell"

not for any sin, extraordinary
except for not being anything ordinary
as in "like all the rest"
whats that?
an actual heart,
throbbing soul, in the chest?

please then, fuck them twice,
and nice, once more
amongst avenues and alleyways
all the schemers and whores

all the petty and pretty
all the upright shallow
and the downright shitty

in the sunlight, hiding
in the shadows we're sitting

waiting, wandering
feeling, thinking, pondering
what exactly, and why are we here?

somehow, the answer, coming through,
not quite clear

so then
bound to them
is my only escape
from the eternal wound, scar
intense, the isolative, disconnected
shame state

like lovers and gods
goddesses from another time, place
fate

lost to me, location, direction, exact
so comes, lost, to be just
a matter of fact

but not when I'm tied, bound
lost in the love that is the heaven
of them

it's not a matter of time
it's just a matter of when

i, be allowed
somewhere else,
can i be me?

the closest i have come
yes, in and with them,
bound, real love, light, heart
soul

set free


bowen hart roselli
2 july 2020
ringwald love