i smell your scent,
like mangoes
i tasted them,
unripe & sour.
But I like it.

Living in simulation
We are in illusion
Reality is not in your zone
When the heart is at peace
The petals will fall,
so with the leaves
The knowledge is within
But eyes are not seeing
what the soul knows.

if you don't believe
in love at first sight then how
about now, baby

serve me a slice of pie
with a knife and two forks
and a side of stolen looks

we'll split our piece
equally discreet
severed, yet even and clean

quietly savoring the saccharine saliva
as our tongues linger over
a bite of shared sin