I will not beg you to believe me,
or even understand me.
In the violent collision of hearts,
we will either beat each other back, or burst,
mingling on the floor of understanding.
Then, and only then, can our tears
begin to dissolve the hardness, and
cleanse the stains of disbelief.
Still, there will always be
the shadow of that stain.
Shall we cover it with a rug,
or use it as a marker?
Such is the sad beauty and utter utility
(c) Mindful Ejaculations. 2016.