When the heat heats your young hands
And your eyes are shifting through
Love
And
Hate

Head bent back for boredom
Trumps many
And scares the ones
That got too close

Remembering what
Love used to taste like
Passion in the shape of eternity
In the gentle caress
Of a rose petal

Cool and

Hot

All at the same time

Or the trumpet blast
Cool with spit blasting out
Drunk off
Being human in the times

To be stuck
Yet
Not stuck

Alive and

Dead

Without any sign to share

Direction

Or indebted

Friction

There are times in

Life

Where I am amazed

They even exist

A place of
Pure
Blunt
Happiness

Where worry is
Non-existent
Bills are paid and
Unpaid
The spider has finished his
Web
And sits back to await his deserved'
Feast
Sitting naked in a hot bath of water
With your girl
Cracking jokes about how you
Look fatter in water
Then you do on land

Those

Small

Things

Is what makes me go on

What makes me justify

All of this

I feel it from the heat
Of a happy tear
From a chill wind
I never asked for

A compliment

Undeserved