I find you foul-mouthed and beautiful
You are the aforementioned howl
You are the sound of mistakes being made too easily
So I chase them away with my laughter
Are you familiar with the taste of rubber
Love is any number of things put together in a hurry
It is observation and challenge
It is confessions and talented desperation
It is relevant conversations amidst the pain of separation
Cancel the reservations we made
This life is a breath away from being over
Over tired, overbooked, overwhelmed
So we try to remove the hooks and the phonics
The sonic loopholes deserve to be explained carefully
We are sharing music with the shells
And the spheres, that only otters can hear
As they float downstream quite gracefully