Angels ask why…

Why choose a perfect system?

Only to defile it with one imperfect being

Walls cover the grass.
Break them down, slide them to the side.
Tornadoes ripping on the lawn. Gently brushing by, making the sprinklers go off. Breaking the windows… kissing the doors
Volcanoes on my breakfast table, breaking the morning fast with a splash of lava squirting out.
A disaster; burning the village, breaking the bed… Leaving wrinkled sheets after it leaves.
She’s unbalanced and in need of a protector. But the laws are unbreakable. Fire breathing and constantly erupting the volcano is nearing destruction.
Violently coming over and over…
Burning everything in it’s way clinching to the ground for salvation. Still in unrest she falls asleep trembling…

You're on the other side of the Berlin wall, it's. I just. We're both holding it up and I feel like if I could let go knowing you would to. We could. We could. We could just let it crush us and I think we'd be happy under the wreckage.

There is a deep pleasure vibrating inside of me and it's reflected in your juices washing
away
the
shaving               cream.

It’s your total surrender

The pulsating of your veins.

Pushing against a mixture of rough and breathtakingly soft skin…

I often mistake your shyness as a rejection because I could
                         die
buried in your black hair.

.

.

Light with crawling arms as a reflection on a white wall.

A morning star like the ones on my ceiling at night.

Giving borrowed light to fight the monsters.

Imaginative child seeing a man with a knife instead of a clothes hanger, a T-Rex where the swings should be.

Afraid at night and quiet by day.

The most sensitive boy you’ll ever meet changing into a heartless ******* with no

memories

of

hugs

from

his

mother.

Monsters everywhere, it’s like he’s one of them.

Aggressive

sad

lonely

caveman.