You Evah Hear Of A Magic Screw?'

I've Never Been In Love. I Will Die Without Knowing What It Feels Like To Need To See One Person's Face When You Go To Sleep At Night, To Crave Seeing It When You Wake Up. I Wish I Knew.

It's Only His Thumb Brushing Slowly Across The Lower Edge Of My Lip, But It's As If Time Slows And The Sweep Of That Thumb Below My Mouth Takes Forever. It Is No Spell That I Know Of, But It Holds Such Magic, I Can Scarcely Breath. He Pulls His Hand Away Fast, Aware Of What He's Done. But His Touch Lingers.

I'm An Oddity Of One, My Strangeness Too Complicated To Explain Or Share.

You Couldn't Be Perfect Enough To Keep The World From Betraying You.

Careful There, Poet. I Might Start To Believe You.