one that makes me weak in the knees.

I want a crazy, crazy love . . .

one that makes me come undone at the seams.

I'm tired of all these pilgrims,

these Puritans,

these thieves . . .

of all the unbelievers

who whittle love down at the knees.

let these swift roads destroy themselves,

let the world fall into its sleep,

for we shall be spared,

we shall be left standing

to face what's left of . . .

concrete & honey.

past. : present. : future.