Heat Source Hunger

Wonder not if my thoughts are thrilled and twisted daily and deeply by the albums of your ways, I succumb severely to the impulse of imminent interplay so dumb with joy, grateful for the fusion of our fevers, I've never let you leave my mind, you haven't finished eating your portion of my heart, there is so much more for you, still in my chest, on my eyes, I am your rare happiness, that bare beast of a woman's best distress, trigger your storm sirens with a single drop of Goodbye, serve you with the most sensational sadness, replenish your youth with an admiration that won't die, knowing that I am not a makeshift man, nor a loyalty within a lie, that I'll punish your pulse with peppered pleasure because I can, because I must, pull your hair just to hear those breaths beg for big flares, treat the smooth and sweet lascerations of love's lament butterfly cut into the surface of a girl's search for sincerity, we get intoxicated on performance of personality, buzzed beautifully from believing in the addiction of adoration's affliction, We know we can handle one another's hurt as warriors bleed hard because they sell themselves the sacrafice, that we can process history with humor by breaking the shame of blame, synthesize epiphany with sympathy to nourish symphonies of Divinity we realize that intensity is the regal implement of our tournament, I like it when you tell me the tough truths, that you want to be loved for more than one reason, that being respected in segments isn't enough, that he will never be me, that words can outlast the disappointment of distance, that the world overwhelms you when you most expect, that sometimes you'd rather be a heart attack before being a pretty song or a favorite memory, I understand your need for absolute affection, absolute attention, lets allow our love to be confusing, dazzling, on the verge of villainy, it isn't steady as a sleeping heart beat or ready for celebration like a " gee wiz " graduation, it is our Love, and its undefinably volatile and lovely, Your cosmos gives a question that feeds one answer, that love is ours, safe in the arms of Armageddon, I remember the ember of our future spazing on the hearth of fresh earth, don't ever miss me Babe, just keep lovin me - J.A.B.