Love Is Foolish, In The Right Ways
We walk,
disguised in shadow,
playing other characters...

One sun beam hits
a cheek bone,
a jaw line.

The desire
to kiss you.

If we were up against
each other.
Walls
Doors
Floors...
You'd think the same.

I push,
You pull.

Beneath the night sky I see specks,
of specks,
of specks,
and wonder if I am too drunk to be outside...

You lift on a fixed gear
to drop,
to lift,
to drop and fall in the street.

If we were old we would dance
in front of our expensive fireplace
with wine and cheese...

But we...
push and pull.

I shake my hair,
push at my shirt,
stomp to a rhythm.
You grab my waist,
pull at my belt,
look at me sincerely.



I haven't wrote in a while. Things are always the same. I am trying to get a second job. Christmas was awesome, I got a family tree and the national geographic!

I just wrote the poem above. I havent revised, so sorry. I will revise when I am 35 and realize the shit I did wrong.

I will keep up again, again.