Incomplete like everything else... t.i.m.e. ---> c.o.m.p.l.e.t.e.d

the pitter patter of my dreams
slowly ironing out my wrinkled miseries,
a gnawing need for 'real'ationships
throwing away flaky pleasantries.
with ambitions almost satiated
my practicality burps in satisfaction
as my libido suddenly snaps its drowsy eyes open
and moans in distress.
now that its content, the intellect quits to toss and turn
that my body begins, to continue my life's rhythm.