We move based on loving occasions springing conversations usually of catch twenty-twos divided by two equals eleven multiplied seven is fourteen or forty-nine or two Ls upside-down or your perception of lines angled? Tangled in a web me weave tea leaves steam teamed deemed asian seems invigorating relaxing all nervous stress bottled inside released as emancipation which is freedom's choice bolstered concealing weapons of love in our two holsters protecting our belief seeing through four of a kind holding our promising hands smiling cause our moments are so delightful at last you feel the breeze of intensity overwhelming to do what you never done with love before and after? Being in love is the ultimate rapture right? We try to capture loves by any means necessary and trust me i plot often cleverly not fore greed's lust...no! I want to touch my fills writing poetry of loves walking through my fields of wheat and corn almost at my destination where the birds hang perched--"who are you one asks?" i gave my last love poem to the winds hoping she that is not here feels me forever as compassionate upon her sweet skin. Love ends eating all flesh leaving seeds to be deposited into earth sown love grows up again and again. How can one relieve pressures of love handed to you as a duty to be fulfilled? I have no answer as my body tires rolling on as gold polishing myself up hidden in a mine where no-one will seek...i guess my sagittarius ending is invisibility.