in looser terms, your lips touched mine.
slowly. an unrushed parade of sleepy dancers all lost on psychedelics.

more than that, I wrote you a poem.
this poem, and plenty more, all of which you saw and smiled to, during the writing of which you were the 'only' on my mind and Frank Honesty nodded in approval even when my words could bite.

in looser terms, my ***** pressed slowly into your ****** while you drifted from careful to carefree.
slowly. an unrushed parade of sleepy dancers all lost on psychedelics.

more than that, I dreamed you a dream.
this dream, and plenty more, all of which you saw and smiled to, during the dreaming of which you were the 'archetype' on my mind and Frank Honesty nodded in approval even when my words could bite.

you break my heart as often as you make it.
that is the way of true love, I suppose. or the test before the rest.

and Frank Honesty knelt next to me, wine tilted in one side-finger past and away from my body.
he whispered;
'all it takes is a dose of life
and you'll come back to life.

she loves you more than you could ever know.

you know you love her just as much.'