CPoetry

compassion and loving-kindness are sweet on the outside, but the sweetest if cultivated within; all honey comes from a hive. ::: observe closely: what is shown is presented bare. i approach as me whose loved unrequited care. checking eyes but they want to rest. hiding hands but they want to hold. loyal actions but they want loyalty. soft lips but they want warmth. steady heart but it wants fervent desire. this yearning appears small but the feelings are full. this is just the tip of the iceberg; so much more of me---of my love lie beneath the neck of the waves. ::: what are these mental afflictions? some part imperfection? another part redirection? some part intersection of falsehoods and truthhoods? where titans clash and sling their lightning bolts, warring tirelessly against the freedom of choice and theater of fate? culminating as two single thoughts: who will win the war? how will we act? ::: only have i painted the stars. only have i painted the moon. never have i been to space.