hey a love poem for all the yucky machos

[sweetwater]

i am sorry you feel so seemingly ovewhelmed
as time relates the distance between us
gathering as if moments unforseen were a gentle kiss
upon dry lips in the waiting
of you

this morning feeling somewhat discovered by the weather
as clouds in the construct of a pending rain
gave credence to the cooling wind
that crossed the lines of my wrinkled face

footsteps only lead toward you
as i walk as if you were inside of me