I’m so sick of dullness.
A dull beer in a dull, dirty house
Dull food in a dull mouth
Dull thoughts in a beautiful mind
Dull expressions of love to my limp lips
Dull pisses in a dim bathroom
Dull sights in a dull town
Dull goals and dull duties
Dull words that slip out the corners of my mouth with
Dull intentions and
I want my love to be a book. A journey through… Hands held tightly as [we] frolic through a forest of twisted trees, moss, sunlight, the very search into each others souls is exciting, required. Moments of silence are more than idle talk. Telepathic. A mere look would be enough. And [we] can sit in silence creating. Creating love. Paintings, poems, music, crafts, creating memories. Creating love. [we] would talk all night singing our favorite songs, eating junk food and crying our eyes out to sad, stupid movies. Falling into a spasm of sleep.. Intertwined vines of legs and arms
And hands and fingers until [we] just become
And our laughter fades into a cats purr…..