Guess I’ve Grown Impatient

What if I wait to make a decision,

not once be seen walking with purpose;

What if I stop to breathe

and detach judgment from feeling before feeling..

May then the tides refrain from crashing the shores

will then the foam effervesce with the same fierce display?

It's true that I did not ask for this

All-so true that I suffer ever the same.

The nakedness of the waist; 

The smooth skin of the kinful palm

and the deserted lips we shall never dare utter a word about

For they’ve ambushed, seeking the tongue-tied, the earth-bound;                   Fear! Fear them!

For you are the tongue-tied, the earth/the life-bound

Fear them, dread their capabilities, the parasitic sucking of those lips,

Fear! Fear them!