Ranking

Space, the enemy
Distance, a demon

Molecules collect between us, acting as some referee to our match
Banished to our corners before the fight begins

If these lacerations and these mangled bones, inflamed, remain this slow to heal
If Winter wishes to outrank

Then we want our angels

Tall Order

Juicy
Miracle from God
I met my match in you
Which of us has the quieter lips
The longest green stare?

Mechanical
Bastard, but not exactly
Father-figure to everyone, you
So help me now
Let’s dance, like you said, damn it

Ten Atmospheres

Fast and loose
Close to the heart

Mysterious
Leads with her chin

Deep
Ten atmospheres

The funny man
Stoic I am 

Competitive
Why

Irreverent 
Yes but no

Cool as can be
Desperately so

Perseverant
Grow old with me