pop, pop, pop. my arm is warm, salty.
fuzz tickles and here I sit.
pop pop pop. hmmm. groovin and soakin
we must have done something today. great.
but here. I know. he knows. nice to have bodies.
our eyes look, sometimes they don’t.
soak pop, hum. splish drip
no craving, but I feel. here…
there…
what a day.