Series of Remorse

prelim:
The smell of warmth
The feel of home
Oh, how complimentary you are to me
It's a stretch now, but we tingle with the cursory urge
And if any a day is to come with our proximity being tested
I forfeit the memory of having it any other way
Though it may deserve a mention, the clutter that has shriveled

chapterone:
I'm so happy to be rekindled
I want us to be us
We were delivered, hand-wrapped in veil
Just wanting to be friends
We were as new again
Foresight to the new age of dancing/antics

chaptertwo:
past-time preferences, illuminated by force
any patterns set were dividing the stage
and the symmetry is a falling block
when the pilgrims etch past the future
any devices since inch past the suture
we witness ill perception to the void at last

onwards:
what alternatives are there now?
we are running low
as science narrates nature
and all divinity is sculpted by virtue
meek brays decipher the common code
by which the marking admits defeat
of a global union incited by reclaim to speech
what follows suit should be left to the memory therein

drifted back and forth in the truck bed
and then opened my eyes skyward, in defense I fought a mechanism
and before the shutters closed gave glimpse of better faring men
I am lying down, on a soft resort for rest, after which begins my journey

here's the thought:
How would that feel?
Being told, "I'm writing this book about you and I."
Fear-gripped, or melted by pure flattery?
You see, it's drenched with distraction

a problem with his public displays of affection?
more for you to have on display?
"well yes, but men and women see things differently."


I lost ya, start with "before I begin."