Monkeys

sorry i treated you the way i did usurping the monkey in you that dies to jump about, life once so clearly spelt out the monkey that caught my heart years ago with its perpetual winking eyes - a hundred times a minute in its curiosity of the world the money that crafted a net in my heart sorry that i had nearly suffocated your monkey and thanks for shaking me into realisation i have chained your monkey blown away its vital K all these life struggles to jump a step over the others have nearly turned us into a creature carved of stone - a huge black boulder, so cold and impenetrable we could look into each other without getting to the vital core always overwhelmed by a chilling towering stone only the warm lively monkey would give a life back to us the only creature i could fall for solace i would trade with anything to put back the K in you so that our life would be fun and warm