Clarity

Transparent to all but me. Ludicrous charades, test paper, replay.

Monotonous drone, drying closer to home. The conceited dance or half century romancer? Opacity hides prudishly behind closed upturned screens.

Mock a minute hysteria, expressions soured at my expense. Unilateral support speaks of clarity, whilst selectivity is spoken in tongues that I unfortunately am fluent in. Non verbal communication, my specialty.

Mobility of reality. Practiced this already, steady. Yarn span too far.

“No intent to postpone” the procrastinators bemoaned. Repentance a chore, in their belligerent for-ore.

Horn teased exams, between bull and ram. No real need, it’s farce, We conceded, as more in love, we couldn’t be. Yesterday. Trauma Trampoline legs loose momentum and objectivity.

Potentially we pass from actuality to fantasy, such is our fear of a diminishing passion play daily. Alone tones begins to shiver through me, but recantations of your embrace percolate inside me. I want only proximity, threadbare frantic fumbling as it slips through my grip.

I lived on Love Street, I’m not much of a lingerer though. Can’t seem to disappear into the background without loosing my identity. I miss you. Our day cometh.