‘Do you want me to fix your hair?’
‘You can come over, and we can get that done’
I want to be a bunny Rabbit
to hop all my cares away
I want to munch on carrots and grass
Your skin seeming so right and perfect
Imperfections seeming false upon your assumptions
programming of reality; laws of nature
there was matter and forces
which made galaxies the solar system and the earth
When she stares into the void
All thoughts displayed
Ten feet off the ground
Who can touch us now?
She’s not perfect, but my love for her grows
Yet no one can tell
