On Attachment

Looking at you:
    Dreamt particularly
               well,
    feels like you completely
                  fade,
    because I attach in
                    away,
  reality's insufficient.

Unconciously I wake: 
   My mind my heart bent around
           forms,
   over-longing contractions
              about,
   desiring some permanent
                   existence,
  in impermanence.

Although you are intangible:
    The contours of your being
           possesses,
    parts with my soul's divided
                touches,
    embrace felt across long voids 
                       heaviness,
  tactile in essence.
               
My emotion binds:
   these thoughts manacled towards
           sensations,
   consecutive images
                chained,
   imagined as if attained
                   logically,
 feeling hopeful crushing.

Selfish looking for you:
  All this wishing is because of
       I,
   extent in non-reality
        attached,
   became intent on expecting
              you,
  forever.

My biased bet on probability:
  Lent by those old memories of
     forgetting,
  the disproportionate fees for
       regretting,
   the ego's deserved status 
         reasoning,
  desperately grabbing.

You hold it together:
  Amidst disbelief's ascending 
       convolutions,
  extenuating suspensions
         necessitating,
  disregard for irrational
             fabrications,
fillaments frayed at the ends.

Overlapping our bodies:
  Between empty borders our breasts
        glow,
  impressed by our outlines meshed
           with,
  opposites tantalizing
              knowing,
the pulls of our polarities.

I am soulless:
  Caressing temporal figures
     passionate,
  for insatiable tactilities
       counterparts,
  bouyant in the empty water
          endearing,
acclimations of dissipations into ecstasy.

You have changed:
   Repressed in me the motif that
       you,
   withheld like a sliver of moon
           once,
   waned to shadow in skies that
              were,
 clear...
    
However:
   Walls compress and force life out
        entirely,
   beautiful for a moment
            problemed,
   alcoves intrinsically
                  believing,
    it wills to attach so many.