I am nothing special.
The channels hum around me.
I can hear them, tho’
I do not know what they say.
I want so much to decipher this.
To continue this love the whole night through.
Even the most mundane experience
has come to have a ruddy cast.
A glow of paradisic fervour.
I have found where I am meant to go.
The things I have denied myself
are the things I want the most.
I pushed them away,
they were scattered and were lost.
I ranged widely without leaving.
My roots stretch far,
under loam and moss.
I am learning that desire awaits a time
when I will better savour my loss.