I fantasize about you between rows of toothpaste
and shaving cream. I see you and I walking down
halls together, I see you and I in the harsh blues and
neon reds of passion and intimacy.
I have yet to hear your voice echo, but your romance
is something I glamorize; like media to death.
I want your gore, I want your intestines, I want your heart.
You make me feel like an eternity, stretching
out to fill my life and Earth's life like a blanket.