Process

I don’t care that you’re an ok stud to begin with It’s your transformation from a frog to a king; is what turns me on It’s your metamorphosis from a beetle bug to a ruler of a massive castle A dirt at the bottom of my shoe to a dynamite An eerie ghastly thing To

Wrapped

Wrapped up in you Wrapped in foils of shining colors That turn, and shift, and turn Rotating in the sphere of you Immersed in pieces Of you Resting near your heart Whispering your name