Arwey

monday afternoon and my lover is studying; i am wondering if he remembers that time when we learnt together the geometric shapes - circled are his lips when the sun draws himself upon them; i am jealous. earth has his own anatomy - them science people called him "pear"; maybe the fruit was before the planet or maybe the planet grew out of it, which makes us pearestrials, but i wouldn't know; i don't do science. i don't even do words - words are too academic sometimes; it's propestorous (exclamation mark) and my fingers are only made to waltz with yours; i'm sorry when i stumble, you know my forefinger is high heel sensi