Recurring wish

Sometimes I wish there wasn't a world we have to interact with, then I could run run run away with you to a place of no-one's blue skies but ours. I'd try not to take control, I wouldn't be the soul creator of this dream land ing again, wanting again and again

Poetry and coffee

I'm trying to figure out the shape of your bum as you work. I'm wondering why my mind always sweeps to the low good-down dirty place where bodies meet and dreams are made and new possibilities, physical ones, are formed.

I want to kiss random men and wonder whether they'd use their tongues.