compatibility

i want nothing of your delusional world.

your world of love. of hope.

of beautiful visions.

of a lofty existence

aspiring for reachable greatness.

yes. you are important.

but is this the only proof?

what we share

has got to mean more than that.

what we have

is more than the sum of our perspectives.

what this is

is the celebration

of you for you, me for me

and that little suspended space

where a delicate ‘we’ has been made possible.

both worlds intersect 

in longing.

let probing hands and ravenous eyes

help us find each other.

and dissolve.float.

in a gossamer woven of desire.

free from nomenclatures.

for after all, it is but that

that separates us.

so allow me my crass cynicism.

my muck. my slime.

my sub-human existence

that discounts the possibility of redemption.

and you can want nothing of my deranged world.

we will manage.

don’t worry.

for neither optimism nor bitterness

will bother themselves with

‘for how long’.