I played with poetic magnets, and the results matched my mood.
I fuck gangsta love; sound/silence/nothing on anything. I feel rain/fire/memory champagne; dangerous, addictive, body fuck/contagious beginnings, essential end - mind me, underneath you. Never space/sky/sympathy. Apprehensive; beautiful; my real drop, without. Against, between, shine, speak, touch. I comply; this mysterious uncalm, dance to believe. Kiss to kill; you were my key. Our noose.
Maybe some day my words will make sense to more than merely myself.