At Last

I watch over you. Without apology do ceaseless eyes fray your nervous system at a distance; even in the style that our mores take to task in allegory. Do not tease apart the implications, nor juggle conflicted feelings. Our symbiosis is made ill through the sneeze of impropriety. Life is more than keeping old stories alive. We may drink from the same cup. There is no penalty. And if my jacket lands on your shoulders, no magistrate will side with a cold draft. I chose you in nakedness before one stich of clothing was lifted to your body. Sleep on your right side, and I will pull the hair from your mouth and eyes. Roll left, and I will your remove your rings for proper circulation. Should a guardian angel vacate his post, can he assume it again without contest? There is a line of unspeakable things that love you. Biding their time in shade, sunken in the dense brush, crawls a new passion. Paramours without citizenship clamor to get a little bit closer. I have stepped out from their assembly to eat a hole in the maze that prevents me. Soon you will hear my voice in your head. My controversy must not unravel publicly. It is unjust that our union may only be had in piracy. Brookers of dalliance have no shame. Well neither do I. A pistol can easily sail underneath the chin of your best handler. With one whisper can I make your attorneys go in circles collecting signatures for contracts that don't exist. No greater bribery is required for pets than water and dry feed. Their silence is all but guaranteed. Meddling girlfriends are staved off with reply text messages. Personal enough to think it is you, generic enough discourage follow up. We have the warehouse to ourselves. Broken windows diffuse the gas leak permitting a candle to light our plates of baked ziti.