Diaphanous | poetry ✓

Us

us: me and another person or me and you
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to verse this poetry is rather a conflict
of my restless head and heart
either to decorate the stanza with all the hateful romance existing
or to crush the paper with devoted ink stained fingers
an urge to kill those feelings via dagger of creativity, seed of art

you're artist to my muse
a rhythm of my ballad

you're eloquence of my discernment
sturdy voyage to roadtrips of my life 

you're sensible sanity to my philosophy
answer to all of my desirous questions breathing

you're faith of my religion
prayers of my lustful sins

you're english rose of my jasmine filled garden
charming anthony to my headstrong kate

you're each second, each day and time of my existence
one which can never be enough
sun to moon or saturday evenings to monday morning

you and i are a confusion
a vexing truth walking by
forbidden fruit tasted by

and yet if these stanzas continues
the ways you fulfil me will never end
it will never define you and i
for we are more than silver and golden
infinity or neutrality

you and i share an unknown connection
which has defied time, distance,
and changes in ourselves
and in our lives
crossing our logic, fire and ice
sizzling between adoring silence and unstoppable, witty arguments

you and i are like prey predator
whose roles reverses from time to time
one, with wandering eyes aiming at the target
other who's lost with its head filled with fallacy
both of them roaming around the dangerous forest
who are meant to meet one day, and consume each other

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