A Meanwhile Obsession

Poetry

is my first obsession,...

I'm blindsided by

the crimson in its color wheel,

I'm taken

by the unexpected thrill of

truth in stardust expression...

Though your fruit I'd never steal,

I inhale you deeply;

I want to feel your essence

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Try not to judge.

I simply cannot help myself -

This is an unquenchable need...

It comes to me in hypnotic breaths,

Flows from my pores like sweat,

Innerstands the outer wept,

I just sit back like a boss

smiling at the stuff

I still don't get

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Remember the plan,

I tell myself,

Read and POST

the post you're supposed to

Yet, sometimes... still I don't

Perhaps because I'm taken

Taken by a love so hard I've gotten lost,

Caught up in the feel,

Toasted like a fly in its honey libations

Beauty found to feed my zeal,

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Compulsed to confession,

Like resonate riffs

and the cosmic gifts of the

Real,

The wise, life-roasted poets

are they that I always hope to bade,

And to this passion,

I am slave

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Meanwhile,

I'll slow it down and make it quick,

I'll just keep diggin' the call

to make love and do it well while

overcoming the clearly neurotic paradox

of scheduling

my fix

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Poem: MO (A Meanwhile Obsession) © Arkay Evans 2014
Image:  Microsoft