desert sky and urban moths below;
you still be in awe even though you ain’t seein nothing ——-
them city lights are like a steady flowing lava
under some dark eastern midnite sky
big dreams with trembling heart,
i can’t wait to hold her!
life is never easy when marriage becomes a bitch
but who the fuck knows what’s inside this box anyway?
we look back before we gaze
you’ll see, feelin love and seein red —-
they can exists within the same breathing space.
from ” a mess of lovepoems “