reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me