the gauze...
the gauze
of condensation
windows
obscured
veiled
as the gown
of allure
you wear
in battle
to win over
your wants
a smile
to be taken
in ways
you can not yet
ask for
the cruelty
of the world's
design
or seemingly so
only a conquer
to master
to understand
to ignore
ego
effort
ergonomics
to struggle
all the while
risking
the questions
and answers
alike
a trick bag
worship
not today darling
not today
maybe tomorrow
next week
as months
years
decades pass
filtered
re-filtered
refined
maybe then
maybe not
the lessons
we learn
both specific
and general
reward
reject
reiterate
to pause
and ponder
in the chilly
quiet
of what
is called home
the hearts
suffers
as wounds
can fester
scars
harden tissue
still
functional
as the ice age
approches
one learns
to accommodate
in the cold
wet wood
needs work
the words
remain
the same
honest
reflective
comforting
maybe
as sleeping
critters
dream
content
as bellies full
sky blue
thoughts
of you
pains
and aches
of age
and rain
they say
good excuse
as any
I imagine
for those
who's
profession
is even called
a practice
corrupted
as most efforts
these days
to swim
in the fog
of a war
undeclared
unspoken
undecided
publicly
the truth hurts
damages too many
destroys
in the end
align
in salvation
too many lies
to know
what's what
pathological
predatorial
premeditated
making
first degree
status
align
you swine
to the gallows
you go
for as
it warms
inside
the windows
as curtains
drawn back
to expose
all that is
has been
will be
clear
as the blue
above
come here
kiss me
let's expose
the beauty
as we lower
the gauze