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
To share my writing-this is an opening.
You are a lubricious rose-colored maturation of love
Surpassing time switches
An ambiguity of the mind
With a path straight inside
My heart
Roll in
Tell on me
I’m down
It could be called a, “choo-choo protocol.”
Not likely
I would like payment, “Please.”
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