Dreamskating.
There’s a moment, in the dark, wanted to talk ‘til I sunk.
A sketchwork glow. A patchwork quote. A skeptic overdosing on the tips.
Careful, I might fall in love with the shipwreck. I want. I want.
I want it at the creases where the please starts leaking spring water.
I will start from the matchstick and capture it, every inch.
I will redefine our kisses in skittish, jump from the rim.
And read to you read to you read to you.
I’ll explain later. Too busy.
