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It amazing.
Dopamine usually spirals my desire.
Strangely your touch has quenched my calling for a sharper longing.
There is no pleasure greater than the fireworks of new love.
No amount of snow can stop the heat in my heart.
I am surprised.
All that has surpassed my wildest expectations
I invite happy into my home
And the sun is always shining above the clouds.
Darkness is so easily extinguished.
Simple really.

Or so it seems.
I remember we deny and lie so easy. Especially to self.
So for this love I face stone truth
Myself.
My choce.
My consent and consequence.
Turning the key after voluntarily leaving. Paradise voice in my head said…
If you didn’t know smack was back at the shack, would you be leaving right now?
Of course he knew the answer.
And even if it is only the tip, the truth still bludgeons under the surface.
He says boy…
Surrender such subtle desires to the overwhelming stupidity, the results linger less and less with every unimpressed sigh.
No matter what you tell yourself.
The truth is still the truth.
It don’t care what he wants.
And I want you.
More and more and more
Like breath…
The record may be skipping but it seems this time I’ve lifted the stylus.
You are new music.
My muse.
My best decision.
Introspection.
Better than any unfiltered injection.

Magnets speak inside my head.
Guiding forward the not long dead, the long dead and living faded dying jaded.
The heartless, the hopeless, the bitter lying jaded.
The swooning, the battlement, the tired and the free, the wounded, the solider, the mindless, the free.
Burning, yearning to be beside me. Destiny.
Tired, forgotten, forlorn, and furcund.
The swansong, the mimic, the under sung. Underline,  understand
Hopping and hoping, brazen and lithe.
The butcher, the blade, and his murderous wife.
The silent hurt of another forgotten life.
The wolf and the red hood
The sheep and the skin.
Romance wins.

Romance wins.

By Andrew Spencer (c) 2023