Nospmoht

Day 305
What an adventure.
State escape, uhaul reverie.
What a past we've created.
Ransom note clippings, funnies and all.
Wake up.
Smiling face.
Kissed cheek.
Giggles.
Thunderous laughter.
Warm embrace.
Amore and lust defines curves with wishful thoughts.
We are madly in love.
My Nannuu.

Tempature Rising

I am null.
Air escaping afflicted lungs.
I small spike on your sonar...
A demo hiding beneath false advertisement.
Lost after 3 large gulps... and down my eager throat..
10% alcohol, expectoration of cherry love, a bitter sweet aftertaste.
All the small fingers of Bisphenol A whisking away stray hairs from my face.
Heavy eyes, slumberous blankets encompass me.
I crawl inside and hide, raindrops hitting my window.
The sky is crying.
I am indisposed.
NyQuil lullabies sing me into R.E.M.

Macrocosm

I am lost tide pool gallows.
Winded conversation and abacinated by my smile.
Sweet surrender, bitter to the taste but soft to the touch.
I am singing noteless songs, bombylious above rough waters.
Hanging cool in your caress, keep me safe and dry. Unconcious.
I am an abbozzo, several times to be erased.
Clay formation, fist destruction.
Smash me down and remold my curves, they seek to be fit for your eyes.
I am a studder, voice tripping over vowels. Heterophemy.
Eyes blinking a panic, hurricane in India. Rampallion to the East.
I am weening my brain.
Umbiliciform. Scissors snipping nursing ties. I am on my own.
I am a volcano of words.
Ash spilling from my mouth, burns. The querulist, fine-tuned.
I am belly-swollen envy.
A warm embrace embodying maieutics. Lacking kin but loving all. Atocia.
I am locks of wisdom.
Haematic glow as it flows from my head, freely. An autodidact at best.
His consort. Kisses planted and growing life.
Scopophilic worship, I am the map his fingers trace on my skin.
His indulgence. Epidermis dactylogram. I am forever imprinted with his love.
Simply his.
Onerously me.