‘what a tangled web we weave…’
i like to write poems…
never told you that…
cuz theyre shitty…
i miss my bedtime story 
but if I get my bedtime story it means I don’t get to talk to you anymore..
Skype has saved me from loosing. The distance yet again, the un-chaining myself of clothing and the nakedness while you watched..
I could be brave for a moment with little fear of judgement from down below. My touch was yours..
Are you with me now?
Not Sincerely,
Ambien Grace and Beckett Couvillion the third, dog wonder
