his appearance doesn’t say anything of all the things he experienced holding on to perseverance a million times for survival. discomforting as discovering the peaceful chaos in the destruction to have distribution that was a nuisance to encounter the devil during a Sunday waking up with his eyelids shut burst with hunger for success. listening to a bumblebee inside a skull sitting on the balcony with lips that were like morning coffee where my mind admired the aroma of earth core poured into a cup with attempts. i wanted to kiss him even more. diving into the corners of the ocean to watch him come to the surface as we grab each others hands to keep from drowning, giving a moment of silence as we stared at each other a little too long to be just "friends". we've been much more than that it made me question my existence to submerge my being into him. a offering i couldn't pass up on to have a man with such description. i nailed him in a sense of a heavenly presence to deliver me from not thinking ungodly, for i rather act it out and let it be equivalent to the thought that i wrote him naked before I could sketch him out in my mind as an remarkable hidden landscape deep in the language. it was fluent enough to convince me that this was more than just lust that amplified the love in our eyes