I Could Live Without It.

I could live without it.

Eyes would still function

Without seeing it.

I want it new

Even when its old, even

When years have gone through

Us both; skin sags as life wanes

However �" we still impress,

Undress.

I never want sunset

To steal it's colour, and

Sunset would try.

I want it honest,

Even when we are not, even

If a dent proves human, a

Gross and tired form that

We forgot �" it is outlived,

Overlooked.

I never want space

To be distance,

I want it completely,

To welcome each peak, even

Those that dip to dark, nosing

empty air and flirting with an

Emptier reach �" it is noticed,

Accepted

But, mostly

I want it mad,

I want it reamed to show

The inner-workings, the

Entirety of feeling cased

In glass �" passionate,

Dazzling.

I could not live without it.