I-deer

Ripening:

we're falling back and forth
between the lines

of our mind's capacities.

left field
becomes our middle

ground,

playing with the instinct

of animalistic
behaviors...

you're whispering
and i'm laughing,

fulfilling the gentle
absurdities

of saturday nights.

when suddenly longing for
contentment seems moot -

now that you know
what it sounds like
when i smile.

we've learned to
take healthy breaks

from the deepest
corners of our thoughts -

finding relief
in one another's voice.

realizing

there is nothing
more gratifying than

exploring the purest parallels
of you.