This will be our Quarter
My sight ebbs and flows As do my vulnerabilities Or my understanding of stability You are highlight My foreplay is a treat, subconscious Our innocence is mutual at best The strokes of us leaning in You are palate My intentions, positively foiled I'm just curious and longing Peeling persona at the above last step You are olfactory My rhythm is sporadic I've never meant anything more for less A sliver of a radiant moon You are memory













