This is why I know you and my calculation of the heart revolves around the myths I manufacture around me I have my reasons sorted out or so they seem to be it is about me and what I perceive I believe in I love to have that meaning that defines me When I walk that boulevard with you I look at the colorless rain filled sky and your red color fashion statement howsoever absurd it may seem tends to reflect your candor or that's what I gather there are many "I's" in what I am writing here When I close my eyes and try to breathe deeper while flying from one thought to other silly innuendo I see you face, clear without blemishes and in the circle of white translucent light smiling, head tilted towards me while you listen to what I say When I look at everything with love I seem to transcend the transactional the semantics of you and me is surely menial to what we feel when we sit quietly with each others' warmth If I just "be", I am me and you are you
verses and conflicts of the soul