Leon Quest

fantasy that lives in my inner harbour
I dare not speak it
it slits me phobically
so I surround it with deepness.
I pray to the universe every time it shifts
that this event turn will never come to exist
simple temptation
and the resulting inebriation
I would burn it all down
just to fail again again again
and I then I would learn how to win
this lifetime it would take me
but promises broken, and the promise that makes me
and it stains my achilles
for only a glimmer
even though I've relinquished winter
I have not felt warm since.
please please please no.

(and let me linger with imagined yes)