how we may have come to be and the theories behind the continuation of being.

to live the way the water liked to reflect;

almost honest

and the gentle ripples

of quietly—

thrivingmemories;

gaze

into our eyes and our eyes do

gaze

back.

laughing tongues

lick sweet tastes of uncandy,

sparky skies and crippled lips

                  skyish blue and cloudish white behind

two kites

so                 helplessly

entangled;

we prithee, Aeolus,

                    oh wherefore thou saucy in thy ways?

or shall fate be at blame for the

aesthetic entanglement.

mm, uregentemuah,

my sweet love

it is all of you that all of me desires.

says the shadows of

the curl of

your brown locks that so enchantingly

embrace the mm,

skin of your forehead.

tips of my innocent

  (as promised

fingers be so lucky as to grace your jaw

an     o u tline so stunningly defined—even the brand new

just sharpened-eager andchildish

crayons refuse to

travel beyond.

oh! could tender touch ever be enough

for searching feels.

never-never- the thinks of thought thunk.

take the Kissed and dream of unkissing—

for the untraveled mean the unknown mean the surprise—

                  and for such elements we live

                                   to feel; to provoke.