3. September 2011
I'm in a mood for words. . .
My adjectives, your verbs.
Walk slowly, for time consumes quickly. . .
and when I'm not with you, I am simply sickly.
We turn
and
twist
and
Match each other.
Mix together until
there is no space between
one another.
Everything you do
makes me feel new.
Our electric connection
produces a
spark
and will burn to create
the most wonderful
art.