Is moist, surrounded by deep velvet
Thrashing and pushing up against closet walls
Love is a cloister, a shortness of breath
Fumble for the doorknob in the dark
Anything is claustrophobic if you're passionate enough
Love is I will always be with you
My little angel, darling, buttercup
I will never let you go.
Never ever ever
Even if you beg.
Love is eyes of always and hands of now
Gazes on your skin like spiders crawling
Inexorably towards your face, your mouth, your hair
You will never understand.