neophyte (alot of trouble for a little bit of win)

 
they take longer to toss around now  
not as close to the ache of impatience  
and they glide through dialogue  
lessening the heavy edge of conviction  
   
murder me if I mention it  
let us make love on summer's last hillside    
under an immense name for night  
   
made it through fresh found gunpowder  
with the laughter of animated lingering  
   
stay with me  
a little longer still  
   
they never did align right behind demand  
let alone deception  
but they outright refuse affiliation anymore  
without all burden becoming combustible  
   
a little longer  
   
took them a few weeks this throw
to hit me where permission sits
  
still

allowing the air out
slowly
along cotton padded edges
of an ostrich egg