singing you is no problem.
but the problem with problems is no one cares.
no one hurts as they should; we only love deep enough to call it love
and that's a day of smooches
in the cavern
of our long
lost.

a soft job. a mule in the crater
where love is a function...
[ not a joy. ]

give me your meadows to restore the talk -
of our murmur amid the silence
in our meadow of
too loud
but twice
dark.

let's be friends that hold the grudge
like opening a present
where a future

veered off.

let's be friends that hold a grudge

and be more than ' **** it '

just for once.

the  problem with problems
must be the tangle
and the sweet
knot.

let's be that.

come on.

come on.

come on.