Burrowed

Detonation ... Saliva sits and falls down my bottom lip. Transfixed at the colors; the heat ... beyond the donuts and confrontation, you mean the world to me. What are these words, syllables and such? dancing in the rain, kissing and smoking dutches. Burrow into my bloodstream, sink into my core. Fall into my heartstrings, we will be alone no more. Riddles and True Crime TV, Relics of our shallow past i've believed what you created, no flatline or symphony. Desolate with crumbs and such, peanut butter kisses we've sold in clutch Burrowed- Deeper! ... unto my core ...