stop caring so much

I love poetry:
like femininity, furthermore I adore you
like sunday jams, furthermore a lullaby
like when I go places within your *****
like snuggling, furthermore cuddling
like generosity, furthermore ambition
like optimism, furthermore curiosity
like indulgement, furthermore gluttony

I love poetry like a rift on public
I love poetry for it is delicious, so vivid, furthermore fascinating to embrace your love

I love poetry:
like a fond, furthermore feminine sensual seduction
like yearning, furthermore self - possessed
like the smile on your frontage, furthermore your pretty surveillance as you wink, your kisser so glowing like a diamond

I love poetry as much as I adore you
I love poetry as much as I adore my life,
poetry is my life.

bitten is the enemy
with fists of a smitten entity
it's a vision of my tendencies
a constriction of my identity

I play with snakes

slither into misery
hiss to me a mystery
fitting the skin of slippery
bitter is this venom's history

I was lost and had not a clue
Till I commented on a poem and met you
A man who fascinated me every day
A man who lived so far away
He said he was mad like the Hatter
I asked him why did that matter?
My Hatter was mad indeed
When he got on a plane to come see me
We fell fast
Many doubted we'd last
Yet we continue to hold eachothers hearts
My Hatter and I will never part

Why am I this way
Why
Won't it
Go
A-
Way. No More
Sorrow, come again
Another day. Pain
Opening to scars to tar
Decay. Decayed in
Fleshly illness.

Sick.
Popped brain matter
To make poetry
From slate.

When I'm apart from you
I still feel your hand
Held in mine
Your head
On my chest
And our lips
Pressed together