sounds and syllables escaping
aching jaws releasing
words comprised of compromises
this routine is getting tired and
lost beneath the blankets
of boredom and beauty
beneath the softness of sanity
beneath fingers touching
how do you do,
how do you do it so well?
how do you do it so well?
this is love.
clothes unravel alcoholic
kisses close and rhythmic
we have gone too far to stop it
surrounded and molded
sunlight punctures through our curtains
upon the space that binds us
showering alone and wounded
loosen ties
how do you do,
how do you do it so well?
how do you do it so well?
this is love.
how do you do,
how do you do it so well?
how do you do it so well?
this is love.