disappearance.

my words fell to their death last night
right before the final kiss
I’ve plunged fast and hard from you
…as quickly as I could …
…just like a predicted …
…just like I knew I would…
there is a powerful insight
that I am forbidden to explore,
the path of least resistance,
always wanting more.
there is familiarity of cognition
when the doors are barred and shut.
there is a quiet understanding
beneath the masks we sport.
for underneath the bullshit,
our truths they shine out true,
temptuous, emphatic, brilliant and blue.