a dozen ways to Live,
we taught each other how to breathe
oxymoronic collaborations of genius
between stained fingers and intertwined strands
of lust and Love…
coasting on intangible planes of Pure.
not meant for consumption
yet you ate off my plate of afflicted beautiful
like your last meal was at stake
i fed you spoonfuls of consistent inconsistency…
washed your tongue with my words,
smiling in the moments when our palates met gracefully.
imperfected flawlessly, we reached
so far beyond any planet or star, we named this Abyss
sealed with a kiss of wrists when i lay lazily across your midriff
and not meant to rhyme but reason escaped, so Be was let Be.