Every thought that leaves your lips

coincides with mine even before an idea slips

from my consciousness.

 

We are in sync.

You have some kind of awareness

of my being that is on the brink

of the possiblities of life.

 

Every moment is in awesomeness

and past the point of love.

I would marry you, my best friend, not to avoid lonesomeness

but because my closest girlfriend is a dove,

carrying the message of my inner thoughts.

 

The same morals, dreams and hopes

makes me believe we could live to make soaps.

Just because we’re on an identical page

and cleanliness is an awesome invention of the age.

 

Lesbians would be an extreme

because we’re not romantically-involved,

but let’s be honest, we would beam

as adults that could marry as “the evolved.”

 

Awesome is how I'd describe us.

Vibes that are instantaneous and never old

and connections that would push me to ride a bus

to Las Vegas and marry to be bold.

 

Bold and powerful among parenting groups.

 

When you and I are grown, married and making each other laugh

with boyfriends on the side, acting almost as appetizer soups.

Something ordered to fill desires, but nothing that beats union with my better half.