Existence
Is a tired pill
That I no longer take
It takes me

I'm the sad sad puddle
That you step over
Out of place
Always reflecting about
Reflecting - Never doing
****** by a blank cerulean sky
That once read coulda

Looking back on it,
Even the corpse
That I have yet to become
Is bored to **** with my life.

We're still stars
Running track:
Leaning forward
Glancing back.
The timer's thumb
Is poised to press:
I'll run with you
'Til my last breath.
Across our path
Like a finish line,
Wait all the loves
We left behind.

Creativity is like fleeting moments of brilliance, which albeit, occurs regularly

Bring me your lips so i may nibble them ,
your eyes so i may know the depths of your love like a deep space observation , never cease to amaze my neurons with your subtle light.

Grant me your legs , wrapped around me at dawn .

Know that when we are together in the closest of moments i know that everything falls away to reveal the mystical dimensions , dreams aspire towards

The whispers kept between me and you ,
like the
Texture of grey beard hairs.
Become
cherished heart-breaths.