It’s as if I’ve been touched by the Sun and the Moon
Where the Light meets dark
& they play an impromptu tune
Fuck
…not so soon
When.
Wait. Until
flowers are in bloom
Then.
then you can Marvel
No fuck it
I know survival
I know arrival…
is the sweetest
What we feel
What we would do to one another…
Should never be repeated
Until it’s heated
To the correct temp
& know that we’re not exempt
From fuckin up sometimes