Human magique exists in small morsels of time, it's frightening how individuals will close themselves off to any semblance of eloquence.  Appreciation of those who surround us, who accept us no matter how vulnerable we allow ourselves to be;  lift us up. Then there are humans who want to savagely deplete us of all our vital energy. Energy, inertia, fluency, impacts us; betrayal of that essence a life source that should be honoured and not ravaged. 

"In love with you!"
   "What?; I don't think so." 

   Months later... 

"Not in love with you, 
    in love with your energy." 

Hallowed ground, 
   conversations which last beyond 
 the witching hour 
     blooms an ache which 
  quietly screams for closure 

  Any semblance of comprehension 
     of why pain is endured 
 and why resilience is sexy AF! 

   Whimsical serendipity 
  forged from the concrete mix 
    of patience and lucid longevity 
        
  Attitudes forged from the depths of hell
not due to punishment 
          in part guilt 
   which lacks wisdom 
 
  Spring brings renewal 
    fresh air to breathe 
and the slight crocus 
   that peaks to say "bonjour"
       
 Shed your layers 
    molten flesh stays on the cold hard cement 
        where true eloquence 
  osculates those lucky enough 
      to have this 

(Arms raise, legs move 
     a dance forces the body 
  in a state of iridescence.)