I want for more, and I want it from you.
love is on a slope, always going uphill, or downhill. never standing still
I was eating strawberries, when you noticing me
with a genital wave, you fluttered on over,
you strung together with bits of cloth, and hair ties
what I like most about you, your love, for things I love
but this moment now like the one before, I don’t want to disturb it, not even for more.