about taking my time

I'm not rushing

rushing

rushing rushing

to write this

using incorrect inflection on page

and symbols in memory

on smooth, blood pumping muscles

de-ionised chemical

compounds sending

waveless vibrations of

love through the

overstated all and

everything of being

I'm not rushing

rushing

rushing rushing

even though my letters

are scribbled and slanted

lacking stable relationships

with the carbon-less whispers of beauty

that run between

the textures of your

irises

and oh god,

for we are all god

and you are

and oh god

if I could understand the depths

and hold my breath

and just

dive into them

I'm not rushing

rushing

rushing rushing

to link word with

feeling

fleeting glimpses of

formative bone structures

brilliant spark, or

solar flare of

multi-optional intangibility

do you understand

how little we need to

understand

or am I rambling, overflowing

with multi-layered absurdities,

confusing for the sake of it

avoiding fucking obscenities

so I'm not rushing

rushing

rushing rushing

I'm just writing

and we are all

just

here