Too
exclusive for you
Too
much for you
To
handle
But....
Before
you gaze at me in sadness and emptiness
Just
know,
Me
doing this catch and release is a good thing
Believe
me
Signify
my soul
Breathe
into it
Rainbow
beauty
But
unlike others, a touch of masculinity
My
feet, perfect as they are
Will
never really grow more or less
Just
stay at one of the most unluckiest numbers
Just
watch the clock
For
the next time to keep
And
stay with your soul every minute that clicks bye
I
would want it to say....
I enjoy
your company
You
keep me amused and safe
I
enjoy your laugh, because you are me!
300,000
stones and i pick you
I warm
you in my hand
I tell
you, you will never have to stay outside in a gravel pit
In the
cold
You
can sit on my metal tray in the warmth
With
incense burning and techno on
The
look i saw in myself
Trying
to figure out which stone to pick
Out of
hundreds of thousands
Few
steps
Stop
and reach over and settle on one
Long
but thing, hopelessly cold
To
dark to see, so i just feel it
And
warm it
Rough
but lucky rock
I
wonder if this element adopted me or if i needed it?
Perhaps
my jewelled ones wanted to add it to their friendship akin to chillness
Perhaps
it was sick of the boredom of the open field/pit
It
cried out to me out of hundreds of thousands
I
couldn’t have picked a better one
I walk
on...
Under
the street lamp, to look at it
Exactly
as it felt
Just
simple shading of greys
Some
white lines going through it
Warming
now
It
belongs in my pocket
Then
the tray
A home
for it
To
stay in
Like the
beachrock
I
settled on, months before
Picked
out of 800,000 or so
These
two settle on me, really
Infused
with the spirit of a forgotten earth based soul
In a
sea of trillions maybe more
Locked
and held within the stone
For
zenturies
Until
i crunch by in my steps
