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
u
come a bit close
r
desire's a pleasure
that erases
evidence of its own fullness
danger sharpens the attention
i love because u r
mined
this is a stroke of the heart.
your context is coming loose
i am an object
with feelings
increase yourself to my needs
