Animal of Animosity

so long. so long do i wish to paint.
so long so long do i wish to drench you in the scramble of my wordless gestures.
so long. so long indeed that i cannot describe it in the length of its lengths.
so long that i feel like not soaking the nib.
so long that i am scared of bloating through the ink.
so long so long so so so long that i think like not talking at all.

and then so long that i feel maybe only can it be elaborated through the love of the tip of my tongue through the nerves of your unclothed skin. from the tip of your toe to the hair of your head. from the slit of your serenity to the solitude of your sanity. and so i await. thus.

i lust to drink from you.
from your eyes.
from the depths of your breaths. from the taste of your lips.
from the texture of your skin. from the delicacy of your serenity. from the passion of your insanity.

i lust to drink from you.
i lust.

i am in rage. and am enraged.
i am annoyed and am so destroyed.
your present absence is a silent killer of my sanity.

i am scared of myself. i am scared for you. and so do i caution you. maybe precaution you.

forgive me though. for i am an animal of desire. ruled by this fire.
living in lie of sanity. empowered by the rage of my insanity.

..and so can i lie not about my honesty.

Thus.