This is a poem I wrote for my girlfriend called What is Heavy Petting and can we please do it? If you ever perform a Lutheran or Methodist sacks act on me I will simply tell you, darling, this is not satanic like you promised and you will probably reply YOLO and then for your birthday, I will get you elected as a legislator in the house of representatives which will really piss you off. I really want a British man to nary a video about our mating rituals Like the moment when we start watching Kazam is when the movie would start You look so good in a mirror holding a phone. I want you in the place where you swallow rain. I want you in the quietness of these animals in their homes. When I'm doing anything with you I think I want to do this with you until the end of the year of the horse. You are more beautiful than a horse. Every comparison between a non-human animal and you seems accurate. You seem like you are a toy bird full of live birds. You seem like rain passing through lower clouds. You seem like in the universe there is nothing softer than you. I like you so much I view your snaps for the whole ten seconds. With you the silence of the moon is not like usual silence. It is more long. It is like there are parts of you so quiet I could not even put my ear on. I can only whisper on to you. You are barely like rain but you are close enough that I have to say it. Just like how you are not even bare like. I don't know the name of your body's language but what it says to me is more compelling than the sun. There is nothing more compelling than the sun but your body is more compelling to me than the sun. I think the way you touched me is like the air at the top of the night. Small bears walking on cornstarks. You gentle bear. How I like you now is impossible for me to shut up about. Go in the night with me. Go with me in there. Give me something small from the inside of the night.