I need you to come over

and remember with me

the Tuesday

before the Big Bang

Your self-love is what

I'm after. I need you

to know, you have to

I'll love myself, too, till

we're both there and

the strings are torn

in joy 

Morning winter glow 

in the sky

in the fireplace

Then kids awake

"Several of [Toulouse-Lautrec's] works were lost in the move; the next tenant used them to fill holes in the ceiling."

Write me a book

about evolution

of self-worth

I'd like to explode

all excitement for life

in front of you

It will never end

I'll sort it for you

and connect the giggles

Get high on love with me

There is a spider on your head

it weaves stories on your mind

Quite sticky, wouldn't you agree 

I sport mine around like he's a king