Suspicious but listening to lethal aid like a romance starring a syringe, close my eyes while you penetrate and eviscerate the thinnest layer of pink skin.
We’re all code silver, we’re all hostages under the Sun withstanding and simultaneously hating the pressure to shelter in place. There isn’t a soul who kept up with my abrupt pop into reality without a wound, even my mother couldn’t tell you.. I came out elbow first
& now I’m beaming on cloud nine reaching for God like I’ve had intimate partnerships with his angels, all one of a kind and equally immeasurable. The way they touch makes me feel like I’m a cluster A+ personality, even if I’m just listening to your voice over the phone: a once in a lifetime specialty.
Let’s continue. Even if I’m speechless.