Yellow turns this courage badge into a valentinal trash.

These are the crushes meant to crush you.

The contact was dry, but exasperating

like a teething smile.

Pulse by pulse,

I honor wet weather to myself into her hands,

and for an angel, even she knew it well.

When my drool dropped past her lips,

the dead man floating is one in a forgetful memory.

She saw it, she saw it in my eyes.

When finally they opened, coughing up blood like throat.

No, lover let go of my neck.

No, lover let go of my neck.

Every crack in the wall

is a step towards release of

the lascivious waters

I no longer wade through.

Lover, let go.

Lover, let go.