It’s complicated


I would choose the most circuitous route to your heart.
Not just for the journey, but for the extended exposure to your radiant smile.
My awareness lacks omnipresence.
I meander forth with a fretted edge
of hopeless certainty and untethered ambiguity.

There is no absence of thought,
there is only immersive connectivity
that leads ever forward,
into the trail of contemplative respect,
that is my heart,
loving you.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

%d bloggers like this: