won’t somebody be mine
honeymoon valentine
required layover trauma time
scars healed show self battle lines
how the hell say why
hot fire killed between thighs
damn shame moping around
rusty ring fingers bored and bound
come on lovers ignite
finest reason appreciate life
give full heart opened wide
to compatible soul aligned
I admit honey mission often rough
bruises linger past bouts with duds
we discover who truly lifts kite
only through failure crash-flights.
Day Gun