inclination

as real as this smoke
i suck into my death
my breath
chest
heaving and seeming
to rise and fall
with my twin
never leave me

entire twisted tryst
of fate and fuck
backdoor black dog
feed my frontal lobe
repition
repition
its a condition of us
a grain of time
and a fragment of matter
a billion stars
a hundred billion unseen planets
and you ended up on mine

a lush garden
made for you
soft and one with nature
pure perfection
my one selection
i love the you of you