Soft Tentacles
There are realistic limits to my vision,
but not to emotional vistas I see
that tighten my heart with tension.
I desire horizon limitations of safety
to aid my hope, peeking tentatively.
Pics of us in random sequences
flood my mind with snapshots,
drowning pragmatic frequencies.
Still, reality vibes screech love rot,
demand I gulp heartbreak’s knot.
Souvenirs of love flash soft tentacles
clutching my own dreams as lure
to hook my need on insanity miracles.
Curse my weakness leaning on false cure.
Damn my hollowed out will to endure.
... CayCay
February 2, 2018
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