Consilience

Snow-drifts as time along a fifty mile strip of cracking tar rubbed raw by the constancy of speeding cars roaring past this crumbling city, indifferent to the frost matted fields or the give and take of December lovers walking hand in hand up High Street. Work shifts along as long as they've ever been and we talk less now, now that she's busier our weekdays waste by and I'm awake, always trying to sleep all the time. My life is wound tight in a stress-cord I don't want to unwind, I live once, burn strong, and then I die; Don't lesson the experience. So indulge. Swift dips in her form cut along, like a razor my lust has lost control, revel in the nature of the smooth slips of skin between plaid fabric tracing her hips and tasting her depravity it begs as much as beckons to give to the insanity to indulge in the heat, the passion, the intimacy of her pressed close to a heaving chest, proud with the lunacy, of effort and reward, the consillience of the moment hinged on the edge of each other those things will come less and less in life and that's a fleeting truth to dwell on, so everyone always chooses the lesser path the one that leads to nothing time is longer lived together, time is longer spent always loving every moment in between the things that wear us thin. Loneliness is the cold fire that ignites at the core of my everything it moves my world, my feet, and my focus from you to the wrath of the locusts that plague my every waking moment in this place I hate that I'm so far away from everything that matters. I hate that I'm so far away from where I want to be.