(This song is amazing, and it has nothing to do with the subject matter it inspired.  Those freewrites intrigue me the most.  Inspiration is so rebellious.  Day 30…)

Jack Johnson is an amazing guitarist.

A grab
A kiss
A leg traveling the terrain of hips.
Fingernails digging into skin like topsoil
To cultivate the Earth in her womb.
Seeds nearly planted
Torrential downpour
Nowhere for shelter
No desire for shelter
All desire is focused on finding the right spot

Contact
Literal
Figurative
Souls sitting on irises having conversations from neighboring windows.
Mine
Yours
Everything.
Simultaneous.