Scratch bottom

Emphatic appositive,

appointive to feel yr vibe.

Accommodate yr mental state, an

idiot lover living undercover,

entitle me to a certain level of wastefulness.

Cosmic swirling, dancing in stardust.

Relative importance of relativity.

It matters.

To not flatter the angles of yr dimension, the Angels of existence.

I mention because we are scared in our thoughts, the things seen and not heard.

If only Dionysus and I could be friends... But the smell of booze makes me want to castrate those that boast past bad behavior. Tragic. Movement lost, eyes careful glances to stare fear straight on only felt by shallow pools of saturation leaching and etching it's way past the deep pangs that chill and warm my body all at the same time.

And with a simple kiss all is settled. Something unsettling in that, it seems to seek the pleasure of another's intended motions in order to feel the hook.