Kiss me or not, its sort of just fine.
I want to call you twice a day
sometimes you don’t talk very much
I linger so you will see my good side
but I often forget
that you can see me.

Inside me there's a little world
it touches yours by a little door
of words and touch
I miss you when you shower
or when you dream
but missing you is just fine.

All the filler words are kind of funny
when you line them up.
None of it really matters
its just for fun. Weird fun.

In the end, if you see yourself,
the way that I see you
A beautiful living being
then kiss someone else I don’t mind.
Its worth it.

You Mr Rabbit are or so nice
I could drink tea with you
and talk about rice
or melons,
growing in the summer sun
but Mr Rabbit, I couldn't *******.

Dear Mr Rabbit, sorry to be calling so late
I feel like we left off on a bad foot
the carrots still hot on my plate
as you pointed
towards your rounded door
and asked me kindly to scoot.

No I understand it was rude
and that we have had a delightful eve
but, hmm, how do I conclude
you're lovely
and sweet as a bug
but I can't see us making out on that rug.

No please don't be offended!
Your ears are so soft to touch
and your eyes are to be commended
but, sexually
the lightning and fire
well, doesn't amount to much.

I bid you adeu, Mr Rabbit.
Our time together was truly splendid
but it must be said,
that without the waistcoat
you remind me an awful lot of my bed.

It carries me through an underworld of sorrow
And spits me out onto a plane made of grass
Here I look up into a night full of light
And breathe a song into my heart

All this wonder, all these eyes
How could I stop at just one?
In my centre, I yearn for permission
To love so many, as many as will fit

What I never realised until this moment
Is that its vast and endless
I can love you all, more intensely than just one
I need to love you all, or become undone.

When it all collapses, oh and it will
whether by choice or by death
you will face, that limtilessness.

The expansion will begin
and end in one swift swing
caressing all that you thought you knew
and gently whiping it away

your memories will seem a mist
stories of nothingness
the entrance towards the bliss

The body barely kept together
exploring and expanding in all directions
together we will see, and only then.

Come and let go.