vi: feeling

i love the feeling when im with you

all lowercase letters when i text you

but sometimes I capitalize my words when I'm lazy

but you always never asked why 

i love the feeling of your hands

cold it may be but your heart is warm

and in the words of the spider's web

allows me to get trapped in your hands

i love the feeling of you

your presence, insane as it may be

but your mine, mine for history

i hope my bones get mixed with yours

i breathe for the next text

the next absurdity you send me

the quietness of the mundane

another walk in the field of flowers