The mental weatherforecast By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
My sensuality is melting today,
but not like the melting pot, anyway,
not like the pursuit of physical,
that is always about something classical
better known as the sexual.
My vulnerability is terribly increasing, dear,
never like that of our love, in here.
Our love is always ok, I'm full of jubilation
but today I'm on my sensitive human exploration.
This engrossing story of my tender heart,
is not as sensitive as it may start.
My breathless mind is decreasing,
please, don't think that I'm getting mad,
I'm toute seul, just a bit sad.
Idiotic satisfaction perhaps, I'll get today,
by adding all negativity to my positives, in a way.
Oh Lord, please forgive me, i realize today is Sunday, Your Day.
Please, do not turn off the light,
it is darkest now, but not yet night.
That I'm creating like this
there is a collision, I reckon
there's no unison
in the transmission.
But my [ tender ] heart needs no resuscitation,
that exhilarating sensation,
shall return some day.
It is not estranged,
nor extirpated.
I'm just on one of my sensitive human exploration,
no, today no any celebration,
nor felicitation, just an occasion
of my declining line,
no, indeed, it's not fine.
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