But if there's any part of him that wants me..i want him to let it out. Let it out and let me in. let me invade him, and love him before I leave him as a shell. Let me find out how much we have. I want to swallow up his essence, I want to shock him. I want to make him feel...
So here we are
This safe space between us
How could it be transformed
Into anything else?
Are there any actions that are the result of poetry?
To eat a delicious meal served cold...
If one writes about the sun
Does it appear?