Sleeping in medows, amongst the...

I want to frequent where she frequents

I want to visit where she has

And creep like fingers on a keyboard

I have an obsession

We go together like barb wire and blood

Lets make this a pact

To write what we feel and shake out the

Metaphorical bullshit

I want to hold your wrists and tip that bottle

For you

I want to experience the freedoms of masochistic

Poetry

Lets sleep in dumpsters and eat in waste bins

Lets star gaze in cities and profane our upbringings

Lets tell secrets and show privates

Shed awkward skins and crawl on our bellies

We can be balanced and level

the chaotic constilations can be our companions.