dirt verse

I know I will spend 3 days crying when you get taller and your hands stretch out like those of a young man when your supple cheeks fill with the taste of girls or alcohol or fast driving maybe you will remember that nano the way I have loved you with more than even my own soul because

i accept that i was born to look into you, and lay my hands on your chest, that i was meant to hold your head and spin my dark heart towards you, that you will never understand this kind of need and that's because you are the one i know now, that is how i will pay for what i did years ago penance, can you hear me breathe all the way to your bed, hear that i am paying with the secret that lies inside rose quartz, pink and still.

i am sick with what you give me. i take it with the gladness of Juliet, with fervor, with the blast of what the blindness of love can bring even though . . . . i am feline with the probe of meow, the bitch, and service I will always hold in my palms they belong to you I can't take my mind off of it

here I am following your every move, yes you two in the blue smocks with your non-lips and silver teeth, you with your rugged hands and water cascading out of yellow buckets that smell like cinnamon tonight how can I express my gratitude? should I a) just simply follow you around until you reach the 20th floor with your cleansers, or b) throw myself around your lower half, tugging at your clothes filmed in bleach and filth maybe you can leave a crooked hair from your head on my desk, that will have to do.