It's nonsensical the way you tickle my ventricles and use many magical mirrors to show me I'm identical to everything that's invincible.
Make love to her mind but don’t leave her mindfucked.
i have a fatal attraction to your mismatched fragments & your meaningless tangents seem to mean the world to me.
Your jagged edges always surrender to the soft lines in the face of my poetry.
She’s a tornado in a tank top leaving wreckage in her wake.
Her eyes are planets whose subjects aren’t subject to the laws of gravity.