Heard you have won it all, really, at life.
Some braggy chiffon,
a swag disposition,
Is smooth around your frame,
and the ocean
Calms your mind.
How your low-timbre voice
Can be soft right into my ear now
as it used to,
Like a sweep of brushes, tingles
of elaborate design.
It's something about
how you love someone
But manage on your own
fears,
Microwave our hopeless needs
nights,
Save your time having no regrets
life mingle,
So I cannot make the effort
to like you.
I cannot imagine that you don't comply
With this construct of comfort,
Breach no contract, advocate your ego rights.
Likes are earned on socials,
We let them occupy our space instead,
As in houses,
we live there, paying thrill bills,
I-say-so-and-I-don't-care-block-you-anyway
rentals.
No physical structures,
In the dimension of reason and consequence,
the lines are fine,
I play cards with my cat now
on the tip of your hair;
You don't pry.
You are lovely the way I like.
