yaw

my fingers tingle through your mane and let me laugh with you!
let me be the one!
let's get simplistic here, and see where we stand:
you here, me here, both of us far removed from what is deemed "congruent"

look at the moon:
its surface is pocked with craters
but they write poems about it

what is life?
without its million pieces
a puzzle is but a
cardboard cut-out
a pixel of an image
nothing by itself

and so it shall be!

oh, hell, I love you
and you know I do

and inconsistency is a strong point of mine
and my circuitous nature is a strong point of mine
and my love for you weakens me
but gives me hair on my chest



what say you?
let's do this?