hey yall.. i'm new to this site.. just lookin' for other sites where i can share my poetry and build with other cats.. well, here's my first piece post'd on this site: your smile calls out my inner-child to play: I'm 5yrs. old, runnin' towards you, when you become brown gate honeysuckle vines spiral themselves around, like after sex cuddle--- when our legs lock'd each other: crouch'd fetal-style in our space. I watch'd the lunar baptism several times in reflective pools, when gloss knows home on your lips; a moon continuously splittin' itself--- where laughter roams, like honeysuckle funk offa' adolescent tongues when recess knows a child's breath, while they run & pant in playtime. I'm a 5yr. old's eyes; watchin' you, puttin' myself in place of your black leather coat--- knowin' the frame of your body, when it hugs you comfortably. knowin' the frame of your body when I rock you in these arms; I'm a chair you come & get lazy in, leavin' your impressions behind. loved how your behind would stretch jeans & put extra work on 'em seams, we were just as tight; a pair of new shoes, time'll break in slowly. we'll break each other in slowly, til' "us" feels "just right" like craters we leave in couch cushions--- waitin' for our return. I wait for your return in these arms; inside my personal space, you fill out my cocoon like a larva; a butterfly, who's wings come in dream when you fall asleep in couch cuddle. "I love you" 's unnecessary to say, when we're feelin' this way--- baby they don't have words for what we're in, right now. but what we have, goes deeper than labels. what we have is as real as us, in each other's space & that's all that matters. "I love you" don't need to be said when it's in your kiss, the way you push our hips side-by-side---swayin' to the music in the food court when we're orderin'. or the way you smile, when you mimed "I Love You" with your index finger runnin' across my palm, like a pen out of ink. who needs those words, when what we have goes deeper than labels..