312.

Trapped between them, we
are left try to and morse code
messages to each

other through the beat
of our perennially lost
and staggered hearts here.

311.

Watching you dance is
such sweet pleasure as your feet
do verily sing.

310.

He tongued a million
new experiences on
my skin in bare blinks.

309.

A tiny David
thwarts a French Goliath and
then... drunken parties.

308.

The fervency of
expended emotions holds
both glory and fear.

307.

The conversation
of veins, split and rewound to
the start, is true love.

306.

Drawn into the soft
mythology of love that
supersedes harsh fact.