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.