the progression of things so carefully planned;

I

if these feelings knew
the secrecy of paper,
and the
brevity of ink,
if they only wanted
the liberation of
vacant air,
then i would have no need
for companions,
or a heart that
beats too much;


II

i do not wish for things
to further entangle themselves,
in feelings and
mishaps-

i do not wish for
unexpected, yet
normal
complications.

i want the night
to always settle and
turn,
the way it has been
when my headlights reverse,
i want the expectations to
mold itself into a
very simple kiss-
without selfishness nor
posession:

i want these things to
stay the way
theyhavebeen
without the fears of losing
an unbeknownst trust.

i do not wish
for something bigger than
we both share.


III

stay as you are;
without feelings,
[ that delve into the
core of me ]
or
disappointment.

stay curious,
flesh and
strange,
new eyes that
seek confirmation
yet
averts with the light-

stay as you came,
charming,
unaware and
harmless-
where your questions cannot
bruise,
and you have not
the need to
persuade...