vocally.unequivocally.

my life has changed since i met her.
      the girl in the
                       ha-ha-hip
scarf,
with
       f             i     
           l    w     n  
             o             g

        gold hair.

good?                            GREAT!

morning marigold kisses
 are filled
with the pungent aroma of:
                          puppy.

"Has it been six weeks yet?",
             I ask myself.

"I hope not",
             I respond.

Frantic. Restless. Bored.

Oh how... time flies by; its truly not fair..

I depart,
                        [or even
I hope you grow to love me, even when I'm not under your wear.
                                         the thought of]
Do you know how hot and breathtaking it is under there?

Seriously. It should come with a fan...

you have me.

sweating.

d
r
i
p

d
r
i
p
.
.
.

tsssssssssssss..

as sound faintly
                                po                     r 
                          r  e s          t a                
                 v va   t o
               evaporates into air.
           ev
            e  t                  ..ssssss