Blue moon,
when shall we meet again?
Our last encounter was brief.
I seek you because that was the last moment I recall where I could breathe.
You woke me but I was determined to go back to sleep.
Dire clarity is what I needed but an emotional figment in my imagination kept me within my theta frequence.
Blue moon,
I need to meet with you again.

Metaphysically we've spoken.
Spiritually we've been physical.
Out in this world somehow we're meant to be.
I know you're searching but I must confess I've altered the dynamics. We've already encountered our magnetical trance and I don't want it to yield my independent individuality. I must evade. This gravity pull will confine me. Rest assured I've place someone else as a sub. She'll have to do.
My apologies in advance for misleading you.

Lawn filled with plentiful weeds.
Each **** difficult to extract.
Allowing them to grow will continuously stunt what needs to grow.
Time to clean your lawn.

Dear, Hopeless romantic
Pay attention to the static. Ruminate on your emotions elasticity and postpone the magnetic electricity that pulsates your yoni.