I find
that your caresses
leave marks
on my soul.

The same thing
The same thing
over and
over and
over again
over again.
It's monotonous
It's monotonous
but it gives
but it gives
me money
*me money.

The scratched iron cooking ***
full of my mom's beliefs
hit the floor,
spilling its spoiled contents
onto the scratched hardwood.
In a firm tone, the word rolled off my tongue.
**"Enough."

I am bombarded
by ideas, languages,
diversity in all directions.

The smell of sewer
intertwined with perfume
and the sweet smell of
Thai food.

The jingle of the cups
of the homeless and
the clickity-clack of girls
walking in stiletto heels.

Never a dull moment
in this city of
diversity.
Find the beauty
Lose yourself in the rhythm
of life.

I find that love should be
spontaneous, supportive
and above all,

**side-splitting.

This time,
we know we are forever.
The way our hands fit together
better than a child's puzzle
or how we somehow end
on the same words
when trying to finish a sentence.
You love correcting my flawed logic
while I pleasure in correcting your flawed grammar.
Somehow, no matter how different our brains are,
we both crave intimacy, respect and most importantly,
Love.
We are forever
tracing the lines of each other's backs
and navigating every nerve in both brains
the same way.