I stood on my plot and watched you pick pocket your crop and paint flowers on concrete bricks to satisfy the ticks that suffocate your membranes.

And I love you, and I'm sorry. Thank you for letting me be.

Little boy spoke up to me even though he was about a few feet shorter, and his words grew in height and mass. Wrapped around my wrists as I calculated the displacement of the volume of velocity. The world became inertia, "how can you be born without a momma or a daddy? How can you walk across the street with no one to hold your hand? How do you grow up?" The force of the vector stopped & ticked on anyway. An unsolved mystery

There's a crack in my cup, and your words runeth over

What instigates us to get naked for strangers, losing our dignity and clothes in between the couch cushions.

With every kiss, you draw me into your labyrinth of love. Lost in between the sheets and uttered moans of pleasure. We collide over and over and I am certain this is how galaxies are created..

I want your lips to learn every inch of me, and your fingertips to follow suit..