the interpretation of others the integration of stimuli absorbed through eyes and ears the mind the taste, the touch, the senses fractured it's all energy encapsulated absorbed investigated or not thought distillations arousal intimations verbal cues the masculine voice for me, like heroine in heroic form, my crawl across the earth left no choice power and control given, him, the go to for the spectrum, give in alive, somehow, in the realm third dimension he seems unaware doesn't care or plain, simple doesn't mind amongst his full, bright sky, passage, pulsate of time not on his radar not inherent to the value his attentive adrenaline, aligned but it doesn't change a thing within what's happened, occurred this selfless surrender, process, begun, what's to come.. or it's opposing view, selfish dependent upon the view, looking out perspective is as awareness becomes expanded, retracted some seek two others, bathed and basking only in one as the state to relate what a real life means for myself, it's an other to rip me open, like rapture the bleed, pure, emotion the love, verged extinction selfish/selfless i live surrounded this devouring distinction. masculine. his. in a way not felt, envisioned experienced. his silence and avoidance. somehow clean, thus my continuance but if more to the truth still, the heaven of this alive wished intent, still known and adored it's inherent allowance whatever the reason i hope, more than anything, yes more than me, the sum total all i sense, strive believe he welcomes it someway this becoming, beautifully bruised blooming reality i feel as though i can finally breathe. and no matter what he will, would, could or couldn't ask i would rise every occasion for him, up to the danger the task unmasked. i have been. no shame, no fear in the silent surround this man, the lights within are alive gun cocked, locked, protective realizations upon my readied soul skin endangered to his permission/forgiveness didn't ask/sought delicately devious divine bond/bled bowen hart roselli 9 september 2020 ringwald love
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