It's been months and I still have your dimples dented round my mind like a steel door round a tree. with you I felt five and fifty at the same time like pooping my pants and holding your hand. Like a pirate who'd stumbled on the spot marked X & landed head first in a well of pearls. God and the angels burned so brightly in my lungs, melting my shadows around you. I wanted to drown in you suffocate in your breath. and this is not love.