Perfect Acquisition

Perfect Acquisition

Perfect Acquisition

Rapacious the eye's gluttony
Insatiable swallowing the whole
Without hesitation.

This too is a form, a course of true love too.
You pick up the product...
Not sure of use
But view it as a prop
Enhancing you.

Do you think I speak of
Lust?
Lust is as honest and straightforward as liking someone
The strategies it  employs for revelations are social memes.
There's neither sophistication
Nor  sophistry.

Love has the true langue
Whose cipher is whimsical
Whose parole is bent
To the rules
It  invents.
Deceptively subtle
Hence sublime.
It takes as many paths as you'll hew through the dark woods
So it's donor roamer loser collector
A victim whining  for a master.

And there's love living in the
Deep end
The dark bottom of the slimy  well
...
Love
Needs to be validated
Acknowledged
Not just in reciprocity
In unrequitement
In  secrets held close to chest
But in rejection most violent
Or in becoming property.

What kills love is not being
The Perfect Acquisition
But
Perfect apathy
To the  one  possessed.

In these ways we proceed
No easy answer on our lips
And the day after the chase
After the
Fast fading sun...
Our innings  are declared
And then 
We know for sure...

The person who floats
Before our ecstatic eyes
With lids tight shut
Comatose
The person who flashes
An inner motion
Of deliriously ludicrous
Rush
We have loved him
Forever perhaps.

Foreclosures in love
Are rare as divination
Disclosures on deathbed
More likely.

The person I confess this to
Will be
Me.

And
The last person I see
Will be He
With eyes wide shut.

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