Early Fingers Make Flowers of All Things

I love you and hate you the tongue makes words so hungry and you charter crisply straying jig-saw shapes across secret promises which love you. When I'm with you I don't wish to be with you; in a bedroom secretly moistened eyes are at kisses playing with me while I hope for a smile. So you're outside and I need a pleasant surprise to be thy lips is a sweet (with you) thing DEath, wait here...if this thou catch, the pleasant surprise else missing with you (i don't want to be with you when I'm with you I don't miss love by the day) and love and everything shall never stop kissing. "" -- ""