03/13/2016
When push comes to shoving me backwards
You’re a colossal pendulum who can’t be swayed
And I’m a force to reckoned without
Together we are a feverless pitched circus tent of delicate delirium
A carnivorous carnivalé of thumb sucked eroticism
So here’s two for the road
And when meteorologists lie awake at nights dawning day
And silently pray for a storm of our magnitude
We’ll tilt our heads back and blow out the candles of our goodbye