cheese and whine ...

Do my pains...

Yearns...

Outcries and heartburns not churn the bile of your gut with each plea of please listen to me?

The desperate need to sit beside and confide...

To unravel from beneath the icicles of stone cold gravel

Our crossed paths far out of reach...

Parallel and secretly soul whispered for our destined and now travelled.

These moans of old flashes return and haunt 
and seek to taunt this venture of soul proprietorship.

 But here and now no room to spare for such allowance for an unwarranted expired internship.

To scratch the protective dermis of old...

Bandaged wounds of dreams once told...

To bare the mapped affliction and expose it to new infection with the risk of another flare...

These antibodies will have no such affair.

But to treat with care as sole barer...

Merely to share this intimate and once b4 disclosed abrasion.

Intention not to impair the soul beneficiary
 but to emancipate a gorged keeper of insanity from indulgence of these revelations within this vessel of deliria for shared realizations of fading hysteria

So my yearns…

outcries 
and heartburns 
not in seek of a target to bulls eye...
But merely to reveal sum of the heal 

So my pours of whine now thaw 
within mine mind and seeks hand held with awe to mature...

Endeavour is the cure for the sweetest most rich of pure..