That even after us, I continue to become friends because that's how we started
That even after us, I will continue to remember the night we met and how that night changed the both of us
That even after us, I will make it to a point to talk to you. That's if you want me to

That even after us, even if it means finding someone new, I would still share stories to you because you have no idea how sharing you stories make me feel like home
And I haven't been home for quite sometime
That even after us, I will never move to another city because this is where we made dreams come true

That even after us, I will continue to write poems for you
And you continue to make art for me
Because
That's what we both are
Poetry and art.
You are my poetry and I am your art
We're one like that.

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      !            :                  ,                .
              ,            ,            ,                .
      ,              ;                              !
                    ,

Your name I say over and over.
I love how its kind shape feels
as it rolls over my tongue.

I must of been born to become a firefighter,
because I'm drawn to flame.
Put a spark in my eye
a burn in my touch,
and I'll fight it 'til I die.

I know it's not good for me
it darkens my soul
strengthens my mind
eliminates emotions-
leaves me cold

but I'm an addict
who can't say no.
I need the flames, the fire,
the raw burning desire.

I must of been born to be a firefighter
I've never been much good at boring-
the same.

I could never have worked at a desk.
because I look at love like a test.
You give me flame
I'll fight 'til death.

2 and 2 are 4.
4 and 4 are 8.

But what would happen
If the last 4 was late?

And how would it be
If one 2 was me?

Or if the first 4 was you
Divided by 2?

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new