What’s convenient for me
is weaker than life implies.
The essence of a serene grin
in a benevolent breath
washes fantasies off our bedsheets.
I’m clinging onto a crumpled dream,
one I’ve only known hidden
between a serene tongue and an easy gaze.
I’m writing letters to the vision of indecision,
embracing a range of conflicting objectives.
Our gazes lead down a scary road,
a bumpy road to love.
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