Twinn Zeus:
Even Zeus poses as a mortal when he so desires
We only have three minutes and a lifetime
She doesn’t care, that I have a cul-de-sac hairstyle, or that my waist size is past prime.
She doesn’t care that sometimes I hide behind my words, and often over analyze hers
She doesn’t care when drink to stop thinking, and to keep myself from sinking into thoughts of self-destruction
She doesn’t care that I’m not worried about my grades, only thoughts of getting paid, as long as I strive for something
I don’t lust for her body in a sexual sense, beauty she is the past present and future tense,
The pearly whites of her smile are truly heaven sent, cycling around the pertinent lesson through which I have slept, and many cases have rest,
Distance strengthens the heart and more is less, but what if we were two magnets attracted by the beats in our chests
The intellectual property that circulates in our minds, combines, refined with time spent, sipping coconut water with lime
I open myself fully to the idea that perfection does exist, because I will always find the perfection in the imperfections that you try to hide when I tell you not to resist.
It’s hard to accept something wonderful at first glance, or first realization of steel walls turning to glass, the immobilizing fearing of repeating mistakes of the past, worrying that you’ll take everything I have and dash.
I’d rather remain in seclusion in agony, than disappoint you with my laxity
Physical impulses impaired with savagery, implication and fallacy, a star crossed tragedy
Is an alternate reality that this dice holds, I might fold and not gamble