endless fields

You would think driving on the back roads were unnecessary.. to get to our destination but not in this case. You'd inhale until you're so far gone out of your mind all you can do is touch and feel, envelope yourself with the other. Don't confuse this for love because it's only a love of intense sensation. Everything is electrified by immoral descent. You finally reach your destination and forget what you intended to do but that's why you have a list. It happens again on the way back. It's against a tree, the truck, on the ground with leaves in your hair. The dirty knees and soft, purple bruises are no cause for alarm but a strict reminder. Strange..