mountains? yes,
how about
mountains?

i once read a poem
where i thought
you were breaking up
with me

it's times like these
wherein i wish
the foo fighters weren't
playing in your head
an earworm


"vestibule" and "receptacle"
sound like shit to me
i just hear "shit"    "shiiiit"
i don't want it to
when you call me babe
sound foreign

you are a native of love
fallen from the angelic
the first acid jazz/christian/folk
super group
by the name
spoken from
your perfect lips

"please do not kiss me until.."
i apologize

but i am not sorry
you are sacred.