they talk about the masculine/sublime/the feminine

you are every bit as beautiful

as the truth of your lips.

there i was searching

for some pearl of wisdom

i found between your thighs

venus,

a womans touch.

'i wonder what we look like from a birds eye view'

'perfect' i said.

someone please recreate me as sylvia plath's long dry pen, i want to be that sentence that you take a moment to breathe in, that leaves you dizzy trying to remember what it was you just read.

you are the deepest point in me
if you'd only touch me
i dont want to measure in time
i will measure in your distance

i will travel in the memory

of your breath

against my skin

in the shower

i will sneak a glance

at your reflection in the mirror.

do u think when we live together things will still be the same?

i reached my arms around her/its always something/she said/as she inched away/my arms were still airbone/like/i was waiting for something/to/lift me.