unscripted

i spoke too soon
or too early

you're not ready for me; silver bearings

crept and kept
unexpected
game and sect

you're so fine
that i can't see
miniscule lines and boundaries
i'm alive
there's no key.
heart to walk, blind to sea
awash in our rhythm

no return
moving past,
free to concede

i can't be so competitive
with someone so borrowed and blue

we; chance romancers
burnt out and hollowed out carvings
for the picnicer folk.

you're too much, i'm too soon
and so we walk away
for the betterment of twos.