I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.

I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,

Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks, Can I have running through the wo…

The language of love flowed freely… Through the rivers of our veins, During the summer we discovered ma… And razors edges. We used the torn corners,

You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,

Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,

I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,

I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...

Despite the rips in between the se… I can’t escape my bones, I can’t fight the dreams, So I wait but, I can’t manage to speak,

It feels much less like a kick in… but a slap in the face, I would say ‘fuck it’, but it wouldn’t adequately represe… that was lacked in,

Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.

No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.