After all the mud covered me. I am only half-human. The rest is dirt. And I’m a bastard that forgot to love you like all the yesterday’s where never owned by our lips hugging like flowers in a whirlpool. You were my whore, naked, and beautiful. I dreamed you into starlight, it covered me at night. Yet I was still restless. As we consider love like an art form, as is life; And it takes patience.