Ignorance is bliss and starry night, my heart caught
Ignorance is bliss
pretending not to know, or not knowing at all
is a bliss — wretched, jabbering, jostling bliss
— don't wanna hear you!
I'll pretend you don't exist!
for that is much of bliss!
but when I carry you in my heart
scheduled, unscheduled, heart to heart, depart
or hear from some faraway your weeping, your worries
I'll learn to pretend that you don't exist
because ignorance, is considered, a sort of bliss.▬
Starry Night, my heart caught
we are both adversely prepared
catatonic tension
on the open air
marching upright
in frigid anonymity
you say
I say
a pleasant fecundity
but I sweat
you sweat
and we are in silence
in intervals
in hearts
thus organic pleasantries
mute and mouth
in absence of this and that
soon, the food is served
so is the tongue
you share
I share
in warmth and merriment
soon you kiss
my cheek
and I yours
in less than pleasantries
kind of way
your cheek
my cheek
our hearts
melt and mould like candle states
I give you a number
you give me one too
a theatre of exchanges
under stars and moon's delight. ▬
