i guess i’m kind of next, in that way
kissing the paper-made packet for tea
goodbye to the garbage bag
we’re kind of holding hands at that park
still with the setting we once found so rewarding
pronouncining passion in a consoling whisper’s tone
untangible by hand, through a window to the freeway

packaging my form into this tightly crammed box
learning mutually, the rips in our edges
and how we’re illustrated in inks
building fire and rotating coins

the slapping urge to launch my beverage into the air
kind of humorous, the two-way mirroring mind
every moment in alternation, are we accompanied

how’re you feeling this morning
mattering to me, it’s all flashing light
i feel, in a way that’s like you

after all this.. the festival
something of sentimental value
finding that we’re naked under these veiling covers
the beautiful ticking time, are you awake

spun darling, nestling in the sweap
your often sung song, brought open
folded in paper, to the indian style seat
and elementary mind’s eye, i’m okay
how are you.. kept so intriguing
the prominent glare
swinging shoulder to shoulder