Does the dais
Of your tor
Raise sweet hell? Or
Does that relief on the wall
Implicate you
Like some thing winged and won
Telling your story for you?

i prolly
jus fell out of like
w u

when u
didn't text me back
about that awesome GIF
i sent
of the white Jets
snapping their fingers

Over sleep
Undercook
Picking Scabs
Laying myself out for the day
Pulling my feet down to the carpet

sits some thick blushed fitting thighs
around softly become
of mouth and lips

bump
bump
lips
bump

sits
bump
bump
sitting

***** curled
Summer
salt summer
fitting

petals in
doused
quickness
of aching
to part

on stem
on pistil

groans
groaning

the little house
of your hips

(where my mouth lives

"We'll start with choking and work our way up to slapping."

I wish for you
it's all I seem to ever do
Because try as I may you'll think i'll never be true
Though my heart truly only craves you
So I wish I may I wish I might
Wish on a star for you every night
I'll wish my dreams weren't blown away
By my vision that leads me astray
I'll wish my mind wasn't so frayed
Even though this world is unclear to me
Your beauty is what I truly see
You're not as dim as everyone else
because you've clearly got me under your spell
I may not see the colours to bright up my world
But you're vivid enough to light it up anyways
So I lay here watching the days go by
With my mind in dismay watching the sky
So I lay here and here i'll stay
Waiting till I can find the right words to say
Wishing each night on a different star
hoping my wish can get that far
to reach the cosmos and the stars
hoping maybe something from above
will bring back the feelings of love

Harold Chasen:*  *I love you, I love you
Maude:  *That's Wonderful! Go love some more.