Ours is calm peace whose profit is slumber
A delight giving assurance of fairy tale truths
Ours is pure, a thing witnessed
Ours is in a song

Mine is comfort as in a coma
Grossly beautiful inactivity excused from hustle
Mine is silent obsession ever incurring engulfing
A situation of harmonious battles
Mine is a war shedding

Hers is violently sentimental
Constantly elegantly rude
Gentleness that wounds deeply awesomely scaring
Hers is a chaotic satisfaction.

© Kaseu Huma