so it seems we were meant to frollick
in the deepest tunnels of surrendered lust
and love trailing us close behind.
companionship, regards, decisive decisions
moments of lapse and re-uptake.
we will find what we are looking for,
we will treck this gorgious naked continent
and wreak havoc on those who destroy her.
this is my song to you;
darlings, babies and the quelling of lonely nights,
we will have it
it will be ours
it will be attained.
my love have the brashest faith
know our moments will endure
as we coddle up beside each other
for the millionth and millionth time
creeping slothlike into nights
uncertainty and deep black bliss
we will hear crickets of romance
chirping for us
following through the lookingglass
(the looking glass is a shared intimacy)
and we will make it
we will make it
we will make it out the otherside alright.