I found him
long distance
His hands, burned, moved back words.
How can I leave you here
wrapped in your bouquet of fears?
OK. I'll wait.
I said come on pus*y cat
not much can better that.
OK. I'll wait.
I feel him
a low burn.
You soon learn space travelling.
It’s bound to come undone
but your body is so much fun.
OK. I'll wait.
This love is sticks and stones
I just don't want to be left alone
OK. I'll wait.
Slow down
Slow down
Slow down
Stop.