We can't love love the way it needs to be loved
Like petals falling atop a river basin
Frogs flipping Lily pads

We love like a composite hit and run
A premature arsonist
The crumpled and used napkin under the 2 train bench

The love is evil and bursting like a shooting star
Fearing of no one and is always confident
It does not get nervous but it feels resistant and uncontrollable

I want to love you without the needle trimming the outline of our music box trying to fix itself
@ Jodie-Ann Geddes, 2012