Woody Allen like Love.

My life makes space for yours.

Our odd sufferings complement each other.

We have denied ourselves
The same things

The smell of petrol

Our pasts integrate
Into our future
As we define happiness

Lovers alone

You & me
Can scratch
Can scale

The sky with our fingers

You’re beautiful
I felt like I could break

Shatter into tiny pieces
Explode into a maze.

Passionate gaze
Your drugged embrace

On your neck
I plant outer space

From the inside of my mouth
My tongue

I am aroused

Are you a cloud
Condensed with rain ?


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