Right now, loving you feels the way my toes do when stepping on pebbles (the stones they put on your back in physical therapy) or mining ore - supposed to be cold, but extremely hot to touch.

One defense, two defense, three defense, four worms with spines as soft as hair try to spindle cobwebs where we skip and hopscotch skeletons dunk our heads in some sea but pickaxes make air pockets, iron is a pillow for us to sleep. "

acquaintance point of perspective: