that Place

life is animated
for a cold January.

the rain is too tough
to be snow
this year.

everyday i come closer
to exposing the omniscent Playwright.

my addictions are benign enough
to be
or not to be
downgraded to a category 2 obsession.

obsleosvseion.

love is no more about saying

' hey baby, lets lock some cell's together
and spit out a turkey'

love is
that Place.

and
that Place
is relative
to the motion of your lover

so lock teeth
and slam the sheets
as two heavenly Bodies

and weave force.