FOUNDATIONAL LOVE NARRATIVE

None of it makes sense 

but I do it anyways

little drunk wolf eyes peering out 

from inflamed lids

you’re all grayness and redness 

half alive but I feel so 

alive with you

like a kiddo my laughter 

comes out water 

sparkling sprinkler waves

a whole monumental fountain 

for public bathing 

unafraid except of want -- 

knowing it might 

take me across

and then how would I 

get back