catfish

I wish, I was a catfish. Swimming in the

hieroglyphics of a kiss. But A whirlwind

romance wrapped up inside of a thimble

insists I exist somewhere between a pirate

and peter. Pan This, thunderstorm land

scape. electric illusion dances with two left

feet, in a lucid state. Whole heartedly

missed locked glances embraced lips.lost

on make believe streets not caring to

escape. From mental to text and

sentimental to sex magic manifested

moans to squealing in pain to healing.

From here I am lost in words to there

where the words are lost in the moment.

Simple deep blue sea memories coming

full circle or complete bubble
Trapped in a dimples caress. But don't

touch me don't make believe and don't

hold your breath