if my body was a temple
i'd have rainbow stained glass windows
there'd be one switch for all lights
and the music would never stop


if my body was a temple
i would welcome all beliefs
no one would sit alone
and everyone would be a minister


if my body was a temple
it'd be open all the time
and be known as a safe place
where you could find comfort and company each day

if my body was a castle
i'd be forever forgetting its stones and towers
always wondering how it looks to others
how it will age
and who might like to visit years later


if my body was a castle
all the rooms would be either too big or too small to me
i'd get lost in most hallways
but be fascinated by its infrastructure


if my body was a castle
i'm not sure who i'd let it
how deep the moat might be
or if i'd even have one

whitewashed printer paper
black ink
one thousand words
a disk
some marker ink
and a piece of cardboard
are this month's shared touch

i hope this is
sufficient

there's a little orange sun outside my window
it shines sorta bright and into the dark night
where the deer frolic and the snakes slither
to the insects it's a disco and they party till the dawn
i am thankful for my sunshine and i am thankful when it's gone

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i laid my head against your chest
listening to the sound of your mortality

i am the cussing man
i cuss all day and i cuss all night
and when i can't cuss no more i curse out of spite

i want to be the sugar in your veins
rushing rushing rushing
shiver shiver
a cute smile and two smiling eyes

i want to be your dopamine
warmly singing the song of the day
wisping your spirit among the trees
only a whisper to be heard

i want to be your heart
pumping life into your limbs
keeping rhythm in the night
ever-beating your good name

i hope this snow never melts, the snow plows break down, and we spend all our time making memories
i admit that's kind of extreme.

but i don't care who i have to beg or how many people i have to pay off
these days are beautiful and i want to stay here with you

your kisses were like sprinkles on a just-baked cupcake
and boy did they fall ******* me
leaving us both breathless by the end
laying there in the dark
wishing my eyes would adjust to see yours staring back at me
wondering if you enjoyed our time together like i do
or if that was the last taste

and then you said goodnight

your kisses were like sprinkles on a just-baked cupcake
which made the eggs your home
the sugar your family
the flour the nighttime
the butter your mood
the pink icing your touch
and our conversations the purple food coloring

or so i presume

your kisses were like sprinkles on a just-baked cupcake
purple with light pink icing
no candle on top

your hands had me melting
like chocolate chips on the stove
milk or dark,, just not white

your skin felt so soft
like whipped cream with some coffee
lots of creamer, stirred well

a shared adrenaline rush

another message sent
the same one received
seen at a glance
(a flicker in your eye)
a short moment and small fingers type away
send
(hoping for a quick response)
back to writing