Love Mantra

How did we meet?

...

Once upon a time,

I used to get drunk

on my porch and listen

to the songs of all the flying creatures.

Then order shitty pizza from around the corner

so I could flirt with the cute delivery lady

with the most fascinating features.

Now, I want your sweat to drip into my pores.

Turning my heart into a chemical

that science can only identify as yours.

A couple of moonlit postcards,

adrift beneath firefly skies.

We only seem to exist to

be each other’s butterflies.

We even have a little mantra,

something cool, something hip.

A relationship is a thread that must never be stripped.

A kiss is a grip that must never slip.

Sex is the one section you must not ever skip.

Love is a ship you must try not to flip.