I had a chance
To take you in my mouth
Okay wait
Let me slow down
Breathe a moment
Grab the leftovers
Hold on
I don’t have the qualifications
To unpack that
But I can open up
To becoming more excellent
Future up to being
More extenuating
Less guarded
More humanly susceptible
My finest grace will be
Not to become a ghostly version
Of myself
© GÄ
Poétique 