It's what I do.

I took all the depth,
the complexities,
the emotion,
and the struggles,
tied them up in a few words,
then hung them in a tree to dry.

It's me and mine.
It's what I do.

Conversation and Tea

Moments of clarity.

Everything has been a rush of hot emotion,
since the moment we met.

My sensible brain, on hiatus,
replaced by wanting, taking.

But what I want isn't just a
quick fuck;
you're something special.

And now, in the quiet time,
before I start the day,
I think about how I want to do this properly.

Let's start with conversation and tea.