To writeanything other than hateis unfamiliar.My fingers are impatientbut the wordsdo not come.Where is the movement?I want you.I need you.I love you...
simple phraseslips off your tongueelegantlyinto the silencebetween usi .love .you.more.liquid wordsflowing naturallythrough the airas if spoken before..
I'd walk into flamesbe consumed by the firedisolve into ashnourish the soilin the pit behind your houseuntil new life bloomedlet you tear me from the ..