yearning and laundering

you are cold and
washed out with
likable colors but
i just cannot appreciate the
timbre of your
low dry tumble.

where is that vigorous
active, charismatic and
sexy voice i got so into?

where are those feelings i
expected you to feel also?

where is your submission to
my will?

i feel some negative feelings, yes.

i just show it when
you cannot see.

and it will be shed
upon non-innocent ears.
thrown upon the offering pile.
free for all to take learning from.

thrown away, excreted with the
pisses and shits of days
to come.

re-purposed as a better
sense of direction for
the next time i have
a go.