the phone works both ways. so do many other things.
frantically scrambling reading to contrast and compare my life to that of the beautiful sinners blazing confident strides and raw sex on linoleum
the ties that bind (if i only knew how) but i can only blush innocence timid to the touch but growling all the same
my heart often dies at the sight and sound of possibilities that i do not agree with but i can only guess that there is truth to love and the equation under the screaming chaotic bliss that fuels the night
i give in too quickly i relinquish the filmed dreams for entwined flesh hoping someday for an even trade