Fantasy

If never confronted

There would be less wanting

Less insistence

There is no resistance 

Within one’s plan

Never easy to let go

Just friends 

Just friends

Trying to bend both ways with the wind

Nobody wins

So a cold breath

Outlets 

The only anxiety building up

In the head

Restless and unforgiving for 

S***

Can’t stop turning

Roaming further from reality

Given technicalities

Motives pure in interactions

An embedded satisfaction

F*** this reaction

To fantasy

What tricks

Do play 

The games 

Slaved 

Wonders

Beyond this rolling thunder

Enlightened with emotion

Discovered a favored 

Taste of redemption 

Live and let live

Intervention

With the very game

Welded deep

Inside a heart 

So crazy

Dreams misbehaving

Chapters relieved by the seams

Of mistresses

Leading to faults

And thoughts

Caught up in color

Left in the dark

Even further 

S***.

Written by: Dez Sevena