Matters

My motives, always exterior

Toxic, - fickle and simple

Darked hues disrupt my train (of thought)

Breathless boredom

Both of us indulge

In soap,

In salutations slighted by luxury

Something promised?

I love the friends,

Predicted cougar

Brief morning moments I haven’t pondered

Delivery to dark again

Bespoke love, Requited

Your tongue is a minable garden

Lips, reckless gatekeepers

I’ve carved out enough snowy parking spaces in the midwest,

I can certainly carve a space in my heart for you

Metered deficit, tankered crawl spaces

I’ll help,

clean up,

I’ll make room for you