Shit, it's been a while...

PROOF

With you there is perfect sleep,
as clear and satisfying
as vibrant summer light
through open windows.
Dancing like a pearl
on the tongue of an oyster
you make a good cloyster
for girls like me.
Lips forced out from the smothering
of the smitten,
we have reached the age
of least resistance
and somehow this city seems more interesting
when it's deadly silent.

Stephen Hawking was right:
time is not linear at all.
This sense of youth acting
like a series of headaches
of random intensity
that follow no pattern
or reason.
Everything part of one fabric,
one truth,
that changes the days
in cycles of proof.