Duned By The Winds of Euphoria

Saying what is on my mind...
You wanted.
It is there and was made clear.
An honesty sits within me.
Not to leave fragmented.
It is as it appears.
It is a need I feed.
But this truth I share...
Your ears are not prepared,
To hear or bother to listen.
A distance keeps you detached,
And unaware to grasp with attention.
You want to select my conversation...
Although an implication still misses connotation.
A removal of an exposure you fear might reveal,
Something you skip to be left hidden.
Perhaps a fact you wish kept concealed?
But that is not my purpose.
I dare to be me and free.
My mind is not tied to myths of fantasy....
And that is what you endear from me to see.
That my eyes become plagued...
Moistured and fogged,
By your miraging scenes.
Daydreamed...
And tossed about like a beach ball,
As we sit duned by the winds of euphoria...
And brought to life to live and breathe.
You wish less of my depth.
Yet expect to communicate...
What you dictate will keep you safe.
And I am not about that at all.
I value understanding with blemishes and flaws.
But you rather keep a comprehension stalled.
Playing games like that,
Does not attract.
Or keep me attentive with that as an incentive.
When below surfaces I wish to scratch...
Until an itch is satisfied,
And relayed undenied and given right back!
That is what I want.
I do not desire to be teased.
I have needs to fulfill.
Not to avoid what may ill,
To provide a comfort as you please.
How can that be created...
When you prefer to dodge reality!
And a beginning unconnected,
Is not a relationship to be for me!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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