Improv Poem

I don't know if that's the title, and not to sound too gay. But sometimes I look at the emotions that transfer between me and my boyfriend and I can't help what words spurt out. This was really just an in-the-moment flow. I love it.

Anytime we can

We do

When it's blue

We do until purple is made

When we hot inside

Clouds melt

Outside

We high

Higher than flies

On ceilings in skyscrapers

Anytime he's free

I'm like a caper of his love

Swindling him for all his swagger

We're always on the go

He's flying spaceships

I'm riding flows

But when we connect and

Let things go

It's like summer yards

In the ghetto

Overgrow

Overthrown are the captures of the world

When my title isn't writer

Just his girl

When we make it

It's brilliant

Can't stand the shine at times

Connected like old brick houses

And vines