Words are my Ecstasy Triple Superlative

codified inshrined tidied are the boarders the meaningless grunts o the revolving thoughts of the mind occupied with though. Deep thoughts the butterflies in on my walls that so crawl up my  walls stop at your door the gate of the closeness of the cross that marks the x on the stop that is most prominent at the end my mind bullers the butterflies powerfull wings snag me I let go of one wing and the other struggles for freedom

the battle for who blinks first 

the way you stair 

the way you move 

the way your eyes tease with ease 

sometimes 

its the way you avoide the issue 

fissure 

sure it is who blinks first who says yes 

and puts their hand in the air and betrays the other

i always fall for those women who make you work hard even when 

you have them eating out of your hand physically you can never truely understand the motives 

I say I don’t have a type by the correlative similarities the varied parmitations the attempt to visualise focus confine the feelings in verse codify the intentions.