I’m sorry…Truly I am.
For my mind at times,
does so insight ruin upon itself.
Feelings twisted unto and of themselves,
gutted and spilled across my conscious.
Like electric, enrapturing my veins,
sparking across the currents of being
listlessly drifting in their salves.
Dared whispers entreated
so gleefully conceded.
Here where the wind falls low,
may we rendezvous,
for surely I wish only to learn
more of this soul called “you”.