/ oh boy /

imaginary toast crust to end daily breakfasts/
fresh boundaries to be readjusted

kleenex bookmarks stuffed between borrowed pages/
possess progress in disguise of spontaneous trashes

dull pair of scissors to aim for a radiant haircut/
frail govern for thy to sway and grow

itches in ears to be tackled and reached
desires and goals so personal im curious to know

and for more to be seek from behind
where I can taste the sweetness of your skin

Where I could taste the sweetness on his skin

Thick and wild and hidden
Is the sweetness there that grows

I watch him, he’ll need it.
I watch him, he is done
let there be a story
dwindle the shadows have come back