I love the sun
I love the sky
I love the painfully brittle interactions they colvulse
Giving birth to baby blue vile regurgitation
Shaking as forced combat off a sunbeam soliloqy
Sweaty kisses in tainted air
Selling their souls to intoxicated vices of the night
Resting cheeks on the chest of an enemy
Letting your breath catch your fevered heaves
Because sometimes you have to let things mix