inflammation !

the worst part about

having iritis is you

can't wear an eye patch.

honestly, the whole 

eventual blindness thing 

sucks pretty bad, too.

an interesting drug

your head is nestled

in the crook created by

my elbow and breast.

we both sigh relief

as oxytocin seeps from

my brain to my heart,

bringing with it the

memories of you ripping

through me, bursting forth

in savage splendor;

a wide-eyed, magnificent

new force in this world.