Everything, excluding your unlicensed smile, is gloomy.

i believe in a gentle kind of love
all soft and soothing and
just right
when i am so terribly, irritatingly fragile
fingers running down my back while we lie
rib to rib, heart to heart
listening to the beat, and to the breath
and perhaps it is that, in this world of rough and tumble
of screaming and aching, to believe in a love kind and sweet is
a naivety but i find that
because of all this roaring outside our window, i much prefer
to think of that love sweet and kind
and us, tangled around each other, i think, yes

i find that i believe in a gentle sort of love

The time since taking in the breath of life has passed considerably.

To keep ourselves afloat in the abyss of dead experiences has been a difficult battle.

It's time to inject some life and jolts of action into our flagging spirits.

Shall we plunge into a brew of furious spirits that are waiting to devour us?