When You Look At Me

You are a lubricious rose-colored maturation of love

Surpassing time switches

An ambiguity of the mind

With a path straight inside

My heart

Passing Over

Roll in

Tell on me

I’m down

It could be called a, “choo-choo protocol.”

Not likely

I would like payment, “Please.”

A Drink With You

rake up
our
Meticulousness
as
inseparable
like
Night walking
and
off the hook
fucking

A WANTING

It has become up to me now to want you

I love you

I love you

I love you

It has become up to you now to want me