And for every moment I exist,

I will NOT-exist for an exponentially greater number of moments

So why don't you bleed on my bed?
Stain my sheets with your life.

I'll see you on the other side.

Bring the fire.
I'll put it out alone.

What is the half-life of love,
The rate of decay marked on my desire?
Surely there's an expiration date,
On the shrink-wrapped package of this fire.

Or venture, I,
Into the "never ends"?
Say,
"my love lasts as long
As a straight line extends"?

Is there a danger in being thusly naive?
Light Skin wrapped in dark,
Tomorrow on my sleeve?

The curved mark of inquiry daunts me, somehow.
Pulls me into the future,
When I should be here, now.

Sleeping alone,
Should be easy.

Lay your head down,
Close your eyes,
Sink.

Sleeping alone should be easy.
Sleeping alone should be easy.

I revel in my love's pheromones
Upon waking I crane my neck
To greet his lips

You are something warm
When it's cold outside

Legs like spaghetti
A stubborn knot
None could untangle

"I know not what the future holds"
But until the future comes
I will hold you

The scent of you sticks to sheets
Long after you've gone

Long, long, long

My nose ,
A bloodhound
Out to find the pieces of you
Trapped between the stitching

Maybe your love remains there
Weighing down the cotton
with longing

Long, long, long

Maybe your *** remains there
Maybe I can taste it

The smooth surface of your lips

Reiterating mine

Searching for mine