A Fourth Tense Romance....

I see u my friend and touch ur face again,
I’m never gonna survive unless i get a lid on crazy.....
SEAL- Crazy.
That’s exactly how i feel right now, like a sheet of dented metal.....a little force and a depression, clear the force and an elevation, better described as unstable.....CRAZYYYYY.
Its a quaint fantasy, a quaint romance.

I’m a greedy surveyor…. I feast my eyes on him, his lithe movements, he is like a magnificently simple steed, flowing hair he tosses in the wind, his body twirls as if on cue from the long tresses that adorn his back. My heart races to his frenzied footsteps. He has his eyes on the goal, I have mine on him!

My fantasy lives in a parallel universe, it don’t have no future, no past and not even a present…..it exists in a fourth temporal dimension, a fourth tense that exists in my mind...

He is like one of those wild flowers that I have been just about glancing at for a long

time, today he has blossomed in my mind’s eye.

My body, my voice, my external outputs stay unmoved around him….. but my eyes, they betray me, the flames that lick my insides glimmer with every flick of my eyelids, this fire doesn’t consume, doesn’t destroy, it just confuses, excites & teases me, creating an unrest, a state of imbalance in the atmosphere that cushions me; licking flames & icy breath.

A component of the fire missing, the toxicity of expectation, that which thought I, never existed, in reality, was doused at root. But every encounter leaves me aching with the toxic sting of expectation.

I don’t think I’ve ever burned with such frenzy before, at least in fairness to my first flame, I’d say, I don’t remember it anymore….

There…..that was my journey into ‘present tense’, back in the fourth tense of fantastical

unreality, there’s an incident ( or an act rather!) happening right now. Right now, a syringeful of tissue melting, adrenaline rushing attraction vial was injected.

My veins have mow awoken to an electricity, they pulsate to a secret climax. I’ve tight-rope walked to the end of my recognizable imagination…..

Hoping in my 3 tensed world, that reality would take over from the end of my tethered creativity….and here I sit, as I scribble almost noiselessly, to create a parallel vent to my present real pulsations……