what liesandconqueres

I roam transient
before you
but you don't sight me
You spit with damp eyes of who asks
but wants nothing
You mourn but cite
and use yourself
as a pattern
of wise man to track.
I'm possessed by a unmeasured
love for your persona
but also
by you.
I jut my form in the space where we collect
and pour in madness
and dejection
prepotent
We get lost only during
a remote and slight trice
where we possesse the delicious notion of
what we cannot attain
But out of time
we yearn to achieve.
The insolents,
maybe.
Only not with you.
Sprouts and explodes everything
inside where it doesn't glimpse
but squanders then outward
where it ridiculously segments itself
You arise diligent and gather
what you fancy
but what you leave and what you
select
ends up not belonging to me
ends up
not making sense.

the other one

I have guarded some things
Some boys
Some girls
Gave me
But not regular boys or girls
Hot boys and girls
So hot I had to melt
With the hotness of their bodies
So I have guarded some things
Every time I got home
after the melting
But this time
This boy
Gave me something
I could not guard
Or hold
Or occlude
Was something
So crazy
So intemperate
So hot.
I held it back
And the boy lost me
In the component meaning of lose
Because the spaces were disproportionately dispersed
And we talked
And talked
About hotness
And gifts
And I decided to leave
To met the other one
But I brought something,
Something viscous,
slothful
And hot
That this boy
gave me.