barefoot crazies

I don't need any sort of
validation
for our substance
because the substance is
validation
on its own, I think. You are
a wellspring
of all I need.

Let me explain,
Mescaline suits us.

Let me explain,
the way he makes her feel is reminiscent of
that funky, heavy bass-beat of the heat
of the desert
with a head full of Peyote.

I mean that as a complement, you know.

Hot,
hot,
hot during the daytime and noisy as ever at night,
those sheets were forever tangled and I think that
maybe
a lot of people envied that.

The best advice I ever heard her present:
"live your love so that people cannot
question its fidelity. he & I, they see us
as the same entity and, most days, I
see us that way too."

I see them and I see us and I see me
and I see you
and I see you
and I see you
and my mind trails off down another highway but,
regardless, yeah,
I want to be us one day but I think that's the point,
probably.

You looked good with the sunshine in your eyes, just so you know,
and I really enjoyed the heat off your sunburn
when we slept together and I
really enjoyed licking the sea salt off your neck
when we fucked again
and again
and again
and I don't mind and you don't mind because that's the point,
probably.

Love is one strange critter but it sure filled up my soul's belly.