Triangles wrap circles
Around my leftover love making,
Pulling straight edges towards my heart
That I’ve never listened to before.
It’s like waking up to Lennon
Screaming “Can’t buy me love”
At 1251 am.
The half drunk love making hour
Where my triangles morph
Into sloppy elliptics;
A love making spot
My patterns can’t compute.
But that’s just alright,
Because triangles don’t roll
Like elliptics do.
And at 1251 am baby,
Everything’s filthy and groovy.
Tag: am
It Was For von If (day 670)
Hello
I am
You are
Can we?
You say
There was
I have
Shall we?
For now
I can
But then
It was
She was
But I
You see
Ah hah!
For if
Was there
It wasn’t
Cannot
Fair enough
I will
It can
Settled!
It Was can be purchased here.