You taste like salt and sunshine

I'm ok, you're ok, that's ok, ok?	listen mr. cute sweater you are all kinds of a sugar	Cowgirl's Dirty Dream	his place, late at night
I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips	What is the purpose of metaphor if not to describe women?	Let's just call it love, and split the difference	an Angel herself
I need these blue and black halos for comfort, to remind me where I am, who I am, when I am	Grace and Fury walk with you, call each by name when the other has failed	I like hearing you talk. It doesn't matter if I don't understand.	f-hole
The vanity of a woman demands that a man be more than a happy husband	She favors black bras	his whole life, like a thundercloud, out in front of him	Getting hit by a woman
I will take one ticket please to whatever you have to say please keep talking	narcissism	let the music play	tiny yellow flowers
The Final Eulogy	hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain	an invitation to be everything you never thought you could be	A bee hiding up in that flower