Sylvie Hill

March 19 (Bond fire)

Of solid mind
And even temperament
Of joyful gratitude
Dare I say, happiness
I thought tonight
As I prepared for bed
That the two impediments
To true love you might find
are insecurity
and consumption.

Feeling not fit for love
Or being – drunk
Wanting to consume
And assume you
Not thinking positive
Disaster mode infinite
Not letting it breathe
Soaking a liver in disease
Using the other for your own needs
Not seeing them, nor letting them be.

Happy Birthday with a smile on.
My only crime, man, was appreciation.
Every day care when it was strong
I felt responsible when it went wrong.
I’d tell her live and fuck!
Meet people, YOU MUST!
For if you’re shielding
It’ll all be revealed:
Your inexperience
And desperation.
Get a leg over and up
To forget the last one.

Of solid mind
And even temperament
Of joyful gratitude
Dare I say, happiness
I thought tonight
As I prepared for bed
That the two impediments
To true love you might find
Are not being secure enough
And wanting to eat the fire

Instead of airing (not erring) the bond.

© Sylvie Hill 2018