this is the event of fire.
sleeping in
town and the roof is phat with birds.
it is a very dogged
lust that wolves us

lying beside u
feels in motion
like the photo of a fall
the language body seethes
    u make me nerve  us

come a bit close
desire's a pleasure
           that erases
evidence of its own fullness
danger sharpens the attention
i love  because u r

this is a stroke of the heart. 
your context is coming loose
        i am an object
             with feelings
increase yourself to my needs