Damn It!

Designated procedures.
Tedious idioms.
THROW THEM OUT!
And your precious little
'What ifs'?
They are all wrinkled up.
Wasted.
Those faces would remain awestruck.
 Shhhhh world!
Shut up.
Let the 'WE' be 'US'.

Grasp.

Grasp.


Eyebrows fainted
You walk on bleakness
But you do not ache.
And I still look at you.
Just look.
Without the blink of my heart.
"Shhh!..."
Your eyes tell me
As I close them.
As I welcome you.
In mine.