I feel you You feel me Our love happens eventually With an up down Turn us round
You’re nineteen You can choose who to be Nineteen Maybe fancy and free Nineteen
If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths
Don’t think that we Should berate I feel we must Coruscate Not focus on
One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.
Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type
I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like
Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings
Maybe you could teach me how To tighten up my shit And maybe I could show you how To loosen up a bit Maybe we could be the spark
I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely
The journey is far, you guess And possibly arduous You just couldn’t care less ‘Cause the prize is worth the test
I’d like to take a bath with you And see a divine point of view I’ll suds you up and be your tool To catch a glimpse of heaven’s due
I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze
I like your spots I like your dots The things that make you different You’re not like them Pure specimen
I like to walk the razor’s edge I need to tiptoe through minefield… Don’t worry I’m a Libra If I have nothing else
