Stream of consciousness #2.

I want no approximations, just the raw emotion, will do,

in fact; anything raw will do,

I have just fallen in love with you,

so no approximations will do.

Ghosts from our collective past swarm, overwhelming me,

the deepness worries me, as it gets so dark down here,

only light may shine through, subtle, infusing, light,

metaphor is not enough for me, I need the real.
In life nothing can be certain, just to know that we live is sustaining enough,

I only have the ‘raw’ to give, to receive and to obtain,

the raw is not just needed to sustain and to envelope,

it’s the seed that can get planted, be nurtured and develop,

no approximations will do.