Bliss

I do not want to miss a day now

It feels like

"Bad blood, a twisted mind, a precarious upbringing"

Hatred and pity swelled up in every pore

Slowly, or in a flight of seconds

Turns in to an ache, beauty, boredom

An overwhelmingly deep moment.

The kind of longing I had today

When re-read a Bukowski quote.

My heart moves again, this time

For the intentions behind

For the steadfastness of my mind

The love I had for you.

The rarest of lightening

In words, actions, eyes and physique.

The sharpness of mind

Profoundness in character

Softness of hearts

Depth of solitudes. 

I wouldn't trade them 

For the wells of sorrows 

Has an ocean beneath 

Breathing the cleanest bliss,

A clear conscience.

It elates my heart 

To realize that 

The truest of intentions has

Roots in my soul.