a single day with d-man on demand.
dried lips pressed against dried lips. dead skins cells falling on warm bedsheets. we hear the distant voices of family members from your sliding door, but they are distant.
we are in our own world, me and you. simply skin against skin coping in our own way from heavy disappointments. smiles reflecting from the roaring television, happiness finally being completed. downloaded, importing into our hearts. we are connected like usb cables. the retractable kind, but we move closer and closer, til i feel like we’re merging baby, like candle wax. hot candle wax. we radiate heat.
auras, positive auras filling your blue room to all capacity. we exert so much love from our ying yang, opposite yet balanced personalities, we complete each other like puzzle pieces, like cliche phrases like mac and cheese, like remote controls and living room couches, i just cant believe i found you.
