when I see you -spit forms in my mouth
when I breath you- my arms expand towards the sunlight aiming at the trees and snow that falls on my circulating veins -inside ME!
when I see you- my heartfelt life serum works itself out
and as I list to myself the ways in which I digest you, ingest your curves,
I find your movements habitual---
I cannot cram you into a box or a cylinder tube...

when I see you- I mock myself in my minds mirror
when I need you- it's not really, because I soothe my own emotions
not in depth @ all but with the sensation of feeling
Liquor and winding roads make for a great windblown wood stove
during a wisp- that in which you prove to be a folklore