Month: November 2023

CONFIDENCE

When you acknowledged that I frequently title you as one with a general complacency framed in a receding involuntary vestigial confidence that coincides with my dreary, you call outlandish, refusal to fuck you, the two dismissals remain furthered in a conceptual confusion formed by my want and heat and kink for you, obscured by the impossibly set diversified components of your insecure confinements that hold lexical admixtures evoking a dizzy imbalance to pose any self-advocation other than fuck wants.  Wanting you subverts me, cuts me, dries me, abbreviates me. Takes my heated piquancy and flips it. You shake the doubts before they are in concert with a formed allowance, but it is your means to read your doubt that sickens me and makes my sex stay wanting. I can fall on what is, but you hold perspectives on instruments that must pursue silence, calculations that distance any tested capacity, vertiginously grown to take the not there, that metaphysical quietude, reprised in missing pronouncements, an inculcated immediacy mirrored to ease your precocious doubt.