running through the trees
dodging roots and leaves
As I live and breathe
stories that I weave
are the only sieves
Worthy to edit me
weakened knees
under the sheets
you take your leave
i fall asleep

I don’t like the space
My body inhabits
Dreams disappear
Like white rabbits
and the fear
of thrown fits
and spits dripping slick
of some sick
grows near
to the thicket
where my dear
and i would kick it
share words
and share spit with
loose tongues
that won't quit
i love her
and she knows it