It's been years that I've been examining the steps
retracing my motivation to a shadowy desert where the iguanas ignite at night
Balloons fall from the sky with messages of syntactic embellishments meant
to touch your cream pie white skin and encourage you to melt
into a relaxed state where you close your eyes and trust me
The sanctions that have been stated and lock-down measures that have been taken
have driven my endurance and qualify-able quest for knowledge into the necessity for tender touch
the need for entangled intimacy that can only be suppressed like a towel at the bottom of
the tattered laundry basket for so long before the mold begins to grow
each time it gets a little easier
to be quiet like a spider
and wait patiently web intact with glorious looms
ready to wrap you in a loving embrace
And it's been years that I've been examining the steps
replacing action from past mistakes
