Hello from the future

It’s two hundred thousand years later And I think about you Where you roamed, what you saw, what you felt How you lived. I look at my hands, and notice that they’re so pristine. Yours must have been bruised, and maybe the lines that run across your palms were darker. Hello from the future. We’re

This is the music that’s playing

I don’t know why, I just like you. Sitting on top, straddling you on the chair, sharing grapes. Caressing oil over your face. I can slowly get drunk off your warm, startling eyes there’s rush in your veins as I turn into a fragrant flower. This is music, we are so in tune with each

Satisfaction

You and me, side by side, on the back of a rattling bus Looking at each other smilingly; while hair strands fly across my face from the harsh winds that barge through the window Along this crazy, winding, bumpy ride. There’s so much joy bursting inside me, acknowledging that I get to touch your warm