(March 14th -2)

Down on the ground
The air pulling
Am I that distraction I always feared
But couldn't name?

(14th March)

I want the sleepless nights and lazy days
Building utopia beneath our duvet
I want that
Raised voices and hushed ones
Echoing what our beings say
Without words
Unperturbed by the yardstick of a lifespan
The expectation of definition
That's meaningless
I want to be consumed, transformed, at peace
In every element of our love