I am guilty of overthinking. :P Nonetheless, your poetry tantalizes my mind. I can't just read it; I visualize, breathe it, and overthink it. I enjoy discovering your inspirations and back-stories to your poems. And love to challenge myself with trying to understand your poetry. I must know: what is this poem talking about, my dear?

As ever, my dear, you both flatter and overthink. Contrary to what we were all taught by the AP Englsh teachers we either idolized or reviled, poetry is meant to be tasted, not analyzed. I do love your ideas about this one, though.

Now again, I'm still thinking this is about s*x, youth s*x. I love how you followed up body thoughts: before with this sequel, if you will. Here, I see two lovers the morning after giving into thier desires. The speaker has realized that it's still not about love, but about pleasuring the fickle NOW. Relishing the minute details about the person he/she is tangled with as of now: the "brambled fingers", "hollow mouths", bruises and scratches, "previous ache and verdant pain", and the beauty of waking up with someone who might not be THE ONE, but THE AS OF NOW.    It's our generation being beautifully depicted in this poem. It's not about falling in love, but about loving, if that makes any sense. Why wait to fall in love, but rather love now? Love the now, and its fickleness.    I'm in love with these two poems. They're flawless, my literary sister. You are the voice of this generation. ~~Your constant reader, Mckay. <3