god may forgive me but i whip myself…

Truths breathe in and out from the connection of our lips… warm and pleasant… bright and new. Can we hold ourselves in contact or will we burst at the seams. Under Explosions here…our hearts reach out for every bit of unused space. And the moon paints us in watery glowing azure rays… an arctic radiance that can’t seem to calm any adoration we might clasp within ourselves. Tonight…to us…its summer for people lost in lovers. We are braver for the moment… we have each other’s shoulders. It’s our scent we own…and every time I remember it will be summer…and I’ll be suddenly fine.