contrast for me sex and love, one simply the denominator of, the latter and the matter is of lusting jealousy, i’d rather not be adjusting my words accordingly, to my careless falling into sleep, in the midst of a meaning, articulated from its womb, then matriculated straight from its birth to its tomb, don’t tell me what i am to you, lovers are mirrors and you’re seeing in twos, passion sure sows a vibrant seed, blossomed through the lose, for the win is mistaken for its audience: the bored and bruised, we’re gonna nail this one, baby, tonight’s the night we score, i’m honored, genuinely, i’m floored, so go on and peace-prize my dynamite recipe, publicize that you’ve discovered the best in me, argue your case til i’m threefold the fool, i’ll find myself a weapon for each time you’ve found a tool, and recently i’ve begun seeing stars, frequently, and i know they know i know what they are, tiny devils dancing, each a sky apart, handsome spirits romancing, their deeds into my heart, is it too much to ask to stand alone? have i lost my air to the microphone? this is how i speak, i know no other way, i talk only to keep, my dwelling thoughts at bay, so look deep in my eyes, express to me what you see, is it a version of you displaced into me?