Whose arms are in your reach
Whose eyes do you believe in
Whose hands do you feel the safest in
Whose kisses make you want to listen
Whose words make you feel the greatest
I don't know what you need from me
Or where we’d end up tonight
If we tried to go out dancing
But I’m hoping that you wouldn’t mind
If i kissed you with every inch of my being

There can be no end
To writing essays
And correspondences
Despite categorical imperatives
To produce an archive
Of the mind is already
Chronologically irrelevant
When erudition is neglected
And ambitions are deflected
Masterful articulations
Of our feelings and emotions
Are often generally equated
With only the most
Outlandish of suggestions

Ageless angels
Won’t live forever
Despite the fables
And the myths
We are equipped
With unstable bodies
And invisible images
Longing to become
Meaningful secrets
Sealed within our lips

You’ve tormented my taste-buds for way too long
And i am stronger now than ever
Like unhatched eggs born without nests to catch them
Or online influencers who resent their followers
We are artifacts of impregnation
Being imprisoned in our heads for so many hours a day
Creates stagnation and mental *******
We face the estrangement of our bodies
In mental institutions the solutions are still waiting
To be discovered in the ovens of our saviors
Do we bake bread or attest to our failures
Salivating women make me envision
That discipline and discernment are not easily corrupted
I am equipped with innumerable capabilities
Swift and full of inhibitions we are suddenly tripping
Walking on balance beams down halls of stereophonic wisdom

No matter how much i'd like to take our relationship to the next level,
The ocean reminds me softly that we are just barely friends with benefits.