about tomorrow


karma is
my fist knocking your ass
to Cleveland before the rest of you
has opened the map
only you will not remember
when I made the promise


karma is
my kiss touching
the bruise over your soul
and cradling
the gaze of your weary eyes
while you dream


karma is
always a work in progress

i’m not stalkery

won’t reblog, repost, retweet
only want to see once for myself
it’s so very cute, sweet, personal, yes, but
only want to glimpse, visualize, savor, rub
it will still be private, he’s so very perfect, so very
smart, sexy, debonair, muscular
it’s the shoes it’s the hat it’s the pointy
touchy grip grin, who is that
with, where was it, when did they
won’t reblog, repost, retweet, only crave my own
before the delete