Pessimism and Pleasure

Open, but so tired of changing

So tired—Of losing control

Igniting different places

Ignited by and bye, again

This Overzealous mind.

Days of wine and Roses

Quenched breathes on necks

Kisses on eyes,

Fingers in mouths

For giggles and smiles.

We started counting:

Adding, subtracting and dividing our time.

My serotonin was multiplied.

And all the while, my smiles

Are just for some fancy, fun and free

Intimacies.

Entertaining

Frequencies

Infrequently, weighing

On my psyche….

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