white and gray bird on the bag of brown and black pig swimming on the beach during daytime

One day I’ll throw the phone away

You know where, not to find me

And it could not stay, these hints have been universally

reminding me

that ultimately, baby…

Who could see, what the eyes are processing

I always shiver, but I never knew I’d see it through

Glass skin, I’m asking

are you really cool?

Are you really you?

Frozen freezing fool

Make me spill my fuel

See you in a few

You’re my gem, my jewel

Canon ball to pool

It was always you

Solace solitude

Good thing my blood’s infused

with love that’s lust removed

each thrust is rust to lose

Just us in us

this light divine

Beautiful recluse

Trillions in trust I choose
the focus
Soft shell body
Showing how fresh the molt is

Sunny soul bliss

Tipping toes to my openness

one last smile, blink

and shoulder kiss.


Young thoughts from one of the older kids.



About Oil Underneath

I drink glasses of cold water.
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