under. that was how
he found me. that was how
we made love. that was how
it all started. we started:
drinking and, dipping.
(-not exactly in that order,
not in so few LEterS)
it was in october, when
I was ON all the time.
and you were like a shot
of electricity to my,
central pieces; the metal
inner heart scaffolding.
I could feel myself
coming to pieces. and I
was o-so-a-okay with it.
because I wanted
everything you had.
to be in me.