All these words are just a front.
What I would really like to do
is chain you to my body,
then sing for days & days & days.
during the daily phone chat with my mother i read it to her.
silence. crickets. and the like.
to which i replied, it's okay mom. i'm 24. i'm young enough to still think that sentiment is unbelievably sexy and still just a wee bit (or a lot) beyond my comprehension. but old enough to sure as hell wanna figure it out.
oh that hafiz. he gets me everytime.