how like a century of breeze
in a colossus' footprint you are
'tis there that i caress you laying dreaming

a may afternoon sunshining plaid
a polaroid so gooey warm and spiraling
my awful hairline receding monk-wise

dear how the denim hedges turn purple
when you twist you poke fun at them
your porcelain thighs thieve my identity

and smoky railroad spikes of atmosphere
pound on blue oblivious to yet we're positive
that all of this is something pixellated sacred

my happy head screws around valentine's
in its playpen making funny faces
when you kiss me hard as always

please know that my fountain pen
is hardcore consider these lines of adoration
to be read backwards forwards