Urges

Ripped apart emotions falling from my sleeve. Every thought exploding, gentle as a breeze. Starting from the center it piles up inside. Until the body fills with lust and pours forth from the eyes. Battered walls are crumbling and time forever still. As the heart tangos fervently with mind for sake of soul. Aligning bodies press against the glass for lack of space. We unfold from within ourselves, our urges have no grace.