I want to create I want to create But I don't need to Not right now
I want to create Blue Just cause it smells like you Just because that's what we agreed you were
I want to create And I've sat in our conversations Green Purple Like I sat in her mouth
I wanna create like that My fingers (talons) toying with her tongue I'm telling her to talk I want the sensation of talking T T T T Talking, Telling Mechanics of T T T T Telling My fingers (roots) I wanna create like that
And now Blue I think of my fat fingers (snakes) inside of you I want to create I want to create you Green Purple I'm telling you to talk - right now
I know what to do.
I felt like I needed to write a new poem, so I started writing. But this poem became about something very old, I don't think I've created anything new here.