The purpose has yet to be unfolded
I shall not yield any power over it for it shall otherwise fail
This man has slowly etched his name on to my skin
Tattoo
Wriggling inside my heart -
Snuggled in between those that have occupied it for years
Complacent
He has surely become one of them like a magnet to my soul.
His thought provoking vulgarity
Sharpens my intellectuality
Giggling my way
Through my mind splintering day
He is my warm glow, my summers ray