nostalgic vs remincient

knees against knees
in some holy joining
childish with fancy wine rammed in the middle
irony leeking from the surrounding events

it comes to this
and im so unsure of what to make of this

you, shape shifting, lights casting different shades
mind and body a grease to clash
aspects i admire and confuse in our meetings mold
as your head falls into my lap and you murmer
"im sorry"

as if i actually felt something clear and precise
from this mess, this aged poem of two lost souls
propping each other up
as if i could see through the formation of what we symbolised
as if for one blessed moment i had let something than a canculative motivation
hold

(a tear down the face
the slurr of thoughts unfamiliar with that air of dejavu)

and stay, and imprint some kind of decency upon my actions
instead of letting the inevitable take its hold
sucummbing to those folk tales ingrained upon my veins
as you played repunsle and yelled dreams
sowing fiction round our joining
whilst talking of your bruised youth, life made easier by playful eccentricity

media children
the pain of the analyst
disconnected plucking of my part of this
from a coin behind the ear
a lining in my jacket mapping out how my feet move
beautiful
and theres a thought i never concepted
a hug which gave a twinge
but just a twinge
i swear it was just...