-TRIPPING TO YOU-
Shared minutes to satisfy lust.
Shade hours to speak of dust.
Dust we get made of, lust we get pulled into.
Taken breaths saved our eyest, to gethered with
bleeding wounds, seeking souls, latching hooks, unread books...
Lines on lanes under lights, infinitive rhymes.
Drummings are heard from tires.
Minds sneaking, bands playing off and on to you.
Stones, trees,clouds, downing dusk are holding you,holding onto you...
I love you my dearest, I do love you.