I haven't written in ages
'Cause I'd rather stare at you than star at pages.

But what would be great is
Making a poem that could be half as courageous as when you're naked.
I try for a minute

Your love is my metal, your kisses my rivets.
You are like the ocean beneath the slick of a spillage.

Fuck the poem,

There's a bed here
And you want me in.