confession

I think I love you enough

to sleep in a mattress on the floor.

Forgo institution

and create our own.

Carry your baby

before your last name.

Loved each other too much for ceremony.

Love each other too fast for ceremony.

What does that really mean anyway?

When we are already Family,

When we are already eachother’s Suns,

When we spend our revolutions chasing each other,

What good is Peace without You?