Limited and Unwarranted

We give into our desires

We delve into our wildest dreams

We explore our most brutal nightmares

We hold on tight to sexual freedom

We take control of love

Those three little words of power

Of bliss, of casualty

To prove my devotion and passion

Have reverberated a million miles over

And back to my heart

A thousand poems of intricacy

Stored in a thousand bottles

Sailing lazily along the shore

Without a moment's gaze

Back to my personal space

Spirit at unrest with a moment of silence

Heart pounding like a million drums

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Am I screwed in the head?

No! Never!

Then I look in the mirror

Only to have a million eyes staring back

My audience is shrouded in darkness

Keeping me in wonderful company

Possessed with random thoughts

From the concern for humanity in 2050

To being prisoner of toxic conversations

Back to the baptismal pool I stand

Nothing but silence

Here I stand wondering, doubting

Fearing, dreaming, searching

Only to protect myself

From the hands of contempt

So I bask in the waters of contention

Only to cleanse the dirty laundry

And the soot of my detractors

Love is universal and hunger is sacred.

Cat Verser, 20 January 2020