do you ever feel like your heart is going to fall out of your vagina?

it's that weird, that good kind of weird.
like when you both tell each other you like ear biting,
at the same exact time

we give ourselves in little bits and pieces
to everyone we meet
and each others colors mix together
in some type of neg posi swirl
like fuckin strawberry vanilla swirled ice cream.
yeah, like that.

and we go through life in these interactions of swirls
circling, repeating, constantly, constantly
repeating.
back
and
forth.

forever.