4 Oz. thank u.

in the newness of love
exists
interlocked fingers and unfiltered kisses
no pretense of of emotion stifles
reality
it is what it is (smh, i hate that phrase)
fingertips are conduits of static surreal electric impulses
that trace eyelashes, locs of hair and hips
glances are unedited
saying everything
that perhaps lips cannot endeavor to say
not yet...
but words do surface
reverently
in coitus and text messages. lol.
moments spent in the presence of others are building blocks of mercy
exercises in patience
because there will always be time to be alone
and time to be to far apart
for reflection and fondness to grow
organically, naturally, inevitably
so if it lasts
it is the answered prayer
the true art
and if it doesn't
it still is