7/365 : shared candle light at 4am, and weed and tequila and time travel

we!--we are meant for
nonsense! the goopey middle
madnesses of art
imitating god

leave your door unlocked
i'll stray-cat paw my way in
meow around the table
as you sing and sing and sing

i'll be the smoke curling off
of your soft chimney lips
and the crimson red acrylic
that you finger paint with

good thing i know time travel
because every time you're about to move away
i squeeze months inside of days
and find the love in me to say

i'm so happy we have this, now