i imagine your lips.

i imagine us, kissing.

i imagine your hands.

scent.

smell.

taste.

all too familiar to my six senses.

i imagine forever.

i imagine you.

you got me, simple math.

we’re always in a hurry.

my vision now is blurry.

got this grape.

got this grape i have to worry about.

got this grape i have to hustle for now.

we’re always in a hurry.

forgetting the big picture.

forgetting what is relevant.

visualizing whats not in our reality.

making love to our fantasies.

we’re always in a hurry.

suitcases ipads blackberries.

i just want to be free.

free of it all.

got my grape to worry about.

got to slow down. 

no longer in a hurry now.

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minuscule.

minus.

negative thoughts harbor your interest.

you’d probably instagram your wedding dress.

happiness, have you found it?

stuck to the ground like gum, always looking for the one in EVERYONE.

small.

premature brain.

insect to a lion.

at the bottom of the food chain.

but this is praised.

why is everybody self proclaimed?

The definition could never be defined.

Yet it is defined in his light brown eyes.

His dark skin.

His hairy legs.

How he likes to sleep up under me in bed.

The definition could never be defined.

Yet it is defined by my smile.

My hips.

My lips.

Thin on the top, juicy on the bottom.

How I like to wear his t-shirts when he’s not around.

Love can be found.

It never left my side.

Although I pushed it aside.

It returned, and he has earned.

Every right to be my man.

Every right to that home cooked meal.

Chicken brocoli and mashed potatoes.

Him. Me. Us. We are love.

To being little kids in the grocery store fighting over cap ‘n’ crunch.

To being grown ups paying the electricity bill.

Love.

Now you tell me what it is… 

The feel to conquer.

A person; body mind and soul.

You won the race.

No bronze.

GOLD.

Feelings etched in stone.

Unfinished.

But at the end.