Gangsters Of Love
Gangsters of love.
Love is hot wax, eating a cows heart in a Dothraki tent, lemon flavored cream, and scented lotion as you kiss her neck, hair binders, and canoe trips, loosing each other in grocery isles, menstrual cramps and ejaculatory fluids, blood drips and tissues covered in snot, the change in her lips and the texture of her skin.
Cracker kisses, cuddle bunnies, cuddle wars, blanket siege, and cold feet attacks. Learning to share, learning to be alone, appreciating the enginuity of our cycles, to be happy, to calm down, to speed up, and stand at attention at any moment. To drink water, wine and double fist Hams on swing sets. To be bored together, to annoy each other, and find new ways to expand and push each other. To be a Band, a Team, a Squad, or a Duo.
Thats what it is.