Smile, you are only owed happiness.
dropped the pen
, kicked the phonecord
and didn’t give two thoughts.
place the moment
within a myriad
rhetorical future/in a past sense.
i will not place my wallet near my pen, in fear it may compromise a character trait.
Though you may be beside her, your
hands upon her, your parts–dashed–
inside her, I remain in thoughts, as
though a cherub, scrunched, placed
to be as watchful eye of scrutiny, and
while you hold hand, remember, see,
I will be within her far longer than thee.